Growing up in the 70s, I have nightmarish memories (hallucinogenic, almost) of knotty pine walls, avocado appliances, rusty brown carpets, flesh-toned telephones, beige computers, forest-green cars, kelly green drapes, clothing of every color imaginable (often found in just one shirt), and cars whose colors resembled hot dog condiments (relish green, mustard yellow, ketchup red).
