My mom standing at the bathroom mirror spraying lacquer on her BIG hair with a ciggie in hand, and The Supremes blasting away.
Running around at dusk at the age of 6 or 7 in an alley behind our house, barefoot, in the summertime, with the neighborhood kids.
Hunting for frogs in the nearby riverbed.
TV dinners in aluminum trays with compartments for the food.
Watching the Vietnam war on TV and seeing my mother cry.
Going to my best friends house, and seeing her older sisters get ready for a night out. The hippy clothes, the loud music, and the general giddiness of it all. Later, they would become rabid Bowie fans, and that's when I became hooked!
Swimming in the pool at my grandmothers' house in summertime, with the fragrance of blooming gardenia's in the air.
American Bandstand on Saturdays.
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