Fine, we were in Barney’s car eating packets of mustard.
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Fine, we were in Barney’s car eating packets of mustard.
This is what my new place looks like in Portland. I move there in a couple weeks. Lived here in SF since 1998, so this is a big deal!
I can’t describe my jealousy right now.
I’d move back there in a second!
Do you need 2 roommates, 2 dogs, and 2 cats? (The cats and dogs will also pay rent)
Playground near NYU, 1975
I miss when playgrounds were just heaps of wooden stuff. Nothing says playtime like a six inch long splinter, asphalt, and smashed beer bottles.
The playground we went to the most had broken beer bottle ‘drifts’ in the corners where all the glass had washed to.
We’d play with that glass. Our parents didn’t care. Well, they did, but they’d just tell from the wooden benches on the perimeter, “ERIC! Put that down!”
The late 70’s early 80’s version of helicopter parenting.
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THSI LITERALLY MAKES LIFE WORTH EVERYTHING
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Chuck needed to take a rest on the way home from the not very long walk today. Chuck needs to go on a serious diet and exercise regimen. #dogs #stubborndogs
So frail.