These two will never tell. Happy Fourth!
Grandpa’s sparklers and bottle rockets or Macy’s Firework Spectacular?
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Snapshot from the ’70s
Tyler was rummaging through my bookshelf and stumbled upon this—a favorite from my collection of stories I read to my middle school kids during our unit on personal narratives. It made me fast-forward to when I’m a grandma, force-feeding my grandchildren my many tales of growing up in the ’70s. The memory that ages me most is where I’m sitting on my dad’s recliner with a cable box propped on my lap, channel surfing by pressing each button from left to right, in active pursuit of a new episode of The Brady Bunch or Gilligan’sIsland. Nearby is our weekly copy of the TV Guide, with a picture of President Jimmy Carter on the cover. It gets me all choked up to think of how far we’ve come. Either that, or I just swallowed a tooth.
I’ll let you guess which decade this picture is from.
While meandering down memory lane last night, I uncovered this shot of my closet doors, wallpapered with Circus and Metal Edge magazines. ROCK ON—then cuddle with Garfield, a Cabbage Patch preemie and Fleagle the Beagle, if time permits.
Just a bad idea all around
“Payback will be a bitch,” I promised Antonella Calabrese after she posted a most unflattering picture of me earlier this week. After digging through the archives, I stumbled across the ultimate revenge—a gem from Class Night, Vogel School, 1987. I downloaded it onto facebook with smug satisfaction, rubbing hands fiendishly together—when it occurred to me that I am screwing myself ten times over in the process. Who the hell told me it would be cool to wear a bridesmaid gown to a school dance?!