Born in 1953. I remember a lot of what you all are referring to, in addition to the Cuban Missile Crisis in the 60’s. Lived in southern Florida. I remember laying in bed wondering if the bomb would hurt or would I not feel anything. Scary for a kid.
I work for the Cable Company. Which one doesn’t matter. But please note that while we are not “Satan Incarnate”, we do know where you live, what you watch, how many times you watch it, and who you watch it with. Brrraaahaaaahaaaa! (Supposed to be an evil laugh.)
Our public library has very few books, and those are mostly the modern dregs that people pretend are books. It is mostly computers, digital trash and a warm place for the homeless. Give me a good book store any day.
With the help of James Darren:Well, the joke’s on me, I’m off to join the circus Oh, Mr. Barnum, save a place for me Shoot me out of a cannon, I don’t care Let the people point at me and stare I’ll tell the world that woman, wherever she may be That mean, fickle woman made a cryin’ clown outta me
Quando omni flunkus moritati