Like a younger, female, Democrat version of Alex P. Keaton

If only I still had my collection today. I'd be rich, I tell ya!

If only I still had my collection today. I’d be rich, I tell ya!

When I was a kid, I loved money. Who am I kidding? It’s not like I hate it now. I hoarded so much cash as a child, I could have been the star of an A&E episode. Get $5 for a birthday? Time for my dad to pay out allowance? Ca-ching! I popped those sweet bills straight on top of the pile I kept hidden in my bedroom. Continue reading

Everybody wants to be a Superhero…right?

I wanted to take them home, put them in jars and love them forever, too!

I wanted to take them home, put them in jars and love them forever, too!

I don’t know about anyone else, but I was totally obsessed with the Super Friends cartoon when I was a kid. Don’t get me wrong, I was also bat shit crazy for the Smurfs (ahem, it was totally bogus that Smurfette was evil when she had dark hair), Alvin and the Chipmunks (yes, I had the Chipmunk Rock vinyl – whip it good!), and obviously, Scooby Doo, but Super Friends holds a special place in my heart.

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Detroit Rock City

This is pure luxury compared to the way way back of our Subaru

This is pure luxury compared to the way way back of our Subaru

I could probably fill an entire book with my ramblings about Detroit and my impressions of that city. There’s a White Stripes song called The Hardest Button to Button where Jack White sings:

I got a backyard with nothing in it, except a stick, a dog and a box with something in it.

Never has a more vivid, perfect picture of Detroit been painted with words. Continue reading

Get your hot dogs!

Yum!

Yum!

Having been born seven years after my brother, I am what you might call an “accident.” And like many children born during the 70’s, my brother came onto the scene not quite nine months after my parents said “I do” while wearing their lovely, hippie formal wear. My dad rocked some major sideburns and my mom walked down a daisy-covered aisle wearing a simple white cotton dress that she sewed herself. Continue reading

The croquet mallet is mightier than the sword

Croquette: it's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Croquet: it’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Growing up on Hunter Lane as a child was an interesting experience. It was a suburban block where blue collar dads who spent their time under cars in an auto shop comingled with guys working the mailroom at some amorphous corporation. Continue reading