It was very difficult maintaining my disguise but I did it.

Actually I would have loved to meet Gary, Angie and Cbmare and Bob. I am always keen to meet 3FC folks and have met many. Of course, flying to CA just for coffee would be a stretch.

On the other hand, Boston ...

Ya never know RUTH.....

Watching Man V. Food the other night I saw a burger at a place in Boston that....well if you would have mentioned a meet up in Boston that night...

I would have been on the red eye out of San Diego pronto!

Sunday Morning time to rise and shine !

No thanks BARGOO,

I quit shining it since the folks behind me at church mentioned the glare, off the back of my head, hurt their eyes....

testing...1...2....3.....testing.....

The Doors, 1967

"So Long It's Been Good To Know Yuh"......Woody Guthrie

1967...

What a great year...

13 years old and knew everything there was to know about life.....

that is....

UNTIL...

I got my first kiss...

from a girl with the prettiest smile EV-ERRR!...

sitting on my motorcycle parked in my garage.....

up until then I thought that I was the Boss Of ME!! :D

1967 was definitely a good year for twas when I came to be. :D

In 1967, I had a big house in suburbia, a yellow station wagon, a boring architect husband, a boy and a girl, a dog and a cat and a gorgeous garden and was bored out of my frassing mind!

But the music was good and I weighed 130.

You should've had some "whine with that life....;)

In 1967...I was 7 and I wore a size 6x...a 6...and the x was a GOOD THING. Who knew?

1967, a good year indeed.

I was negative eighteen.

:D

Oh noes! Ninjas are beating the Pirates!

:dizzy:

1967 - was the first year I lived in Florida. I think I weighed 105 -- or less. That was a size 9 then.