Island Of Misfits

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Here's how my day has gone so far. Had to get up early. County tree trimmers were on my road and knocking on doors at some God-awful hour, before daylight.

Decided to get some bills paid and sort through paperwork. Around 11:30 a.m., I was ready to go to the post office. Damn, need a mask. Got it, grabbed purse, out the door, having pressed the door lock. Time to lock the deadbolt. No keys; couldn't kick the door down.

To make a long story short, had no cellphone on me, need to activate my new one, so I was winging it. Luckily garage was unlocked. Took a knife and crowbar to one of my 100 yr. old four over one windows and got in with no bloodshed.

Why no hidden spare key? Well, I had discovered it rusted months ago, brought it in to clean. Never happened. It will now.

Even I had to laugh at all this.
 
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my version of what it was like growing up early 60’s






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How weird. Strangeness came to me when my AF dad was transferred to McCoy AFB in 1963 and I saw for the first time whites only drinking fountains and dressing rooms. I was completely deflated. I had seen nothing like that before.

Then, when forced school integration came, some understandably frustrated and angry black girls knocked the books out of my hands and threw me to the ground.

Sad, sad days.

Well, there was the time that I had on some Cher hiphugger bellbottoms I had sewn myself and a man asked me if I was a boy or a girl.
 
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