Growing up, I did a brief stint in the Cub Scouts. Like any such youth organization, there was yearly fundraising involved, of course in addition to whatever my parents paid for uniforms and enrollment fees. For those that don’t know, the Girl Scouts get cookies, and the Boy Scouts sell popcorn. Now, while these days it is almost entirely premade flavored popcorn, like those giant Christmas tins with mostly caramel, and a little bit of butter and cheese flavors that kids never eat, and it is super stale, but you don’t have to do any work, well, back in my day it was tubs of unpopped kernels of plain popcorn. Instead of the fancy popcorn, you had fancy machines. Ours was the clear upside down bowl that attached to the heading surface, with its rotating stirrer bar, like a see through corn dome. Others used the power of air to shoot out the popping corn, and still others used wizardry such that my small childlike brain did not comprehend. What ever happened to the varying multitude of pop corn popping machines, and the plain popcorn that went along with it?