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1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Misc. remembrance:

One of the highlights of our weekly trips to my grandparents' house in Chatham in the mid-'70s was the Friday night band concerts in the park. We'd get into town around 7:00 pm, my grandfather would give me and my cousin Dee Dee a couple of bucks to spend at the Ben Franklin 5-and-dime, and then we'd stay at the concert from around 8 to 10. We all enjoyed it. Once my grandmother had a few too many, and she attempted to crawl under the rope surrounding the gazebo to dance with my grandfather, and the rope caught her wig and yanked it off. She was a pretty good sport about it though, but then again after 6 gin-and-tonics, she never got too upset about anything...

2 comments:

Karen said...

I still visit that Ben Franklin every time I'm down the Cape!

joe said...

I don't think that place will ever go out of business. I used to like going to the Mayflower shop too. I haven't been there in years.

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