The story · 1997
The story of Blurry Thumbs Tosscam
Every wedding table, field trip and summer camp had a Tosscam. You wound the thumbwheel with a clickety-click, held the flash button until it whined like a mosquito, then snapped. You never knew what you got until the drugstore printed it a week later, usually twenty blurry thumbs and one perfect shot of somebody sneezing.
The counter on top always seemed to say three shots left for about a dozen more pictures.





