The Slice: Maybe ‘Hooterville’ is the place to be

Greenacres ought to cash in on the popularity of TV nostalgia by holding “Green Acres Days” one weekend every summer.

Residents could dress up and play the parts of characters in the hit 1965-71 series.

Guys could be Oliver Wendell Douglas, Mr. Haney, Sam Drucker, Eb or several others. Women could hone their screwball accents and play Lisa Douglas. Animals could be Arnold Ziffel.

Everyone could refer to nearby Spokane Valley as “Hooterville.”

And we all could sing the show’s theme song.

Green Acres is the place to be…

“To whom it may concern: “For all the ultrafeminists out there (and I am one, trust me),” wrote Eileen Bakken. “The next time you drive past a house near Maple and Wellesley and see me mowing the grass, with my husband sitting on the porch watching … stop and think instead of giving him a knee-jerk yell and glare.

“He is undergoing chemo and no way on earth is he strong enough some days to mow that grass. He is out there giving me support.

“Plus, if you really look at me, I most definitely can use the exercise.”

“Vocabulary augmentation: When family practice physician Sue Lehman isn’t seeing patients, one of her diversions is coining words and phrases.

Here are some examples.

When a couple shares a bed, there have to be a few ground rules about blanket-stealing, cold feet, et cetera, right?

Lehman labels this “bediquette.”

And what would you call your sister-in-law after a divorce severs your family ties with her? Well, according to Lehman, she then becomes your “sister outlaw.”

“Today’s Slice question: In the 1950s, a commercial artist in Chicago created a truly odd series of pin-up scenes. The late Art Frahm’s specialty was depictions of attractive women whose underpants had unexpectedly fallen down to their ankles in public settings.

The still-clothed women invariably had a Marilyn Monroe-esque “oops” expression. And there were always a few male onlookers delighted by this surprising development.

Yes, it was pretty creepy.

Minneapolis author James Lileks has written hilariously about Frahm’s strange obsession, which has been described as “too camp to be art, and too juvenile to be erotica.”

But here’s the thing. Every once in a while, you hear about someone having a similar accident. OK, it doesn’t usually involve panties fluttering south. Still, loose-waisted pants, unbelted shorts, swimsuits and other garments have been known to slip.

So…

What’s your best personal story about a real-life wardrobe malfunction?