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Category: Remember when…
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I attended my first rock concert in about 1965…I was six when I saw the Herman's Hermits rocking the stage at the Houston Coliseum. Aunt Peggy took me, my sister Brenda who was fourteen, and another teenage girl, a co-worker's daughter. I was in love with Peter Noone (Herman) at the time. Brenda noticed…
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"Be silly. Be honest. Be kind." When I came across these words by Emerson a few days ago, I immediately thought of Daniel, my middle child who turns twenty today…not so much of a child anymore, I guess. Daniel is all of these things…one of those amazing people that doesn't realize just how special…
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Today, I long to be in Pasadena with my Daddy, celebrating his 82nd birthday…celebrating his life and the fact that I am still able to celebrate with him. I will celebrate with him…I just won't be able to do it in person today. But all day he'll be on my mind and I know I'll…
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I remember sitting in the class circle in 4th grade Spanish, trying to imitate the suave, casual way you crossed your legs and chewed thoughtfully on your thumbnail. You were so smart, athletic, and popular, and seemed to be oblivious to all the guys who had crushes on you. We became friends, connected at first by our…
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Tom asked me to dance on Sept. 25, 1981. I was at Kenny Stabler's Diamondback Saloon on a rare Friday night off, in a bad mood because my boyfriend of five years "had other plans" that night. That wasn't unusual – he wasn't a very good boyfriend. To top it off, none of my friends…
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Still busy with homework, but I couldn't resist sneaking back to the beach, at least through my photos…nothing like walking along the water first thing in the morning and seeing the sun break through the clouds like this…my pictures don't do it justice…what a show…
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Tom and I stood on the doorstep watching Tommy's little red Neon pull away from the house, headed back to Dallas. A montage of images flashed through my head, visions of my parents and Tom's parents standing on porches, waving goodbye to us as we pulled away after a visit. It hit me that Tommy…
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Ike has come and gone, leaving a mess in his wake, but not creating nearly as much havoc as he could have. My family is fine…sweaty and sticky from the power outage, but safe. I'm happy to report my parents' old house weathered the storm with no damage – even the carport is…
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I'm not sure why, and I've said it before, but my high school class is unusually close to one another (maybe some special chemical escaped from one of the chemical plants that year??) After our thirtieth reunion last year, Byron Tully, screenwriter and poet, sent this ode that I felt summed it up… We don't need no stinking website.…
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I met some of my fellow Deer Park "expats" for dinner Sunday afternoon in Houston …well, Houston's Restaurant in Austin. Our excuse this time was to celebrate Donna B.V.'s birthday, which was actually last month, but we don't let little details like that get in the way of our celebrations. Here we are, Donna and Leslie in…
Long Hollow 