My Idol... When I Was 6
Happy Birthday Caroline
Days later, our family of 6 drove late at night from Staten Island to D.C. where we slept in a parking lot. We crawled out early, in the frigid temps to join the crowds awaiting the procession. I strained to spot Caroline.
My memories of what I saw in D.C., soon became tangled with the images I saw on TV and in magazines. However, my memory of the lingering sadness in our home remains vivid. I recall sitting in the apartment, slowly turning the pages of this very Life magazine, shown above. I absorbed every photo and studied Caroline's sad face. I couldn't imagine what had happened to her father.
Kind of Like 1963
I don't think I've stepped on one of these things since I was a little kid. I asked Natasha at Dillard's if she could measure my foot. I tried to explain why I was "celebrating like a 6-year-old" and she laughed and went along with it, when I pulled out my little white bobby sock.
Silly in the Store
Natasha cracked me up with her delightfully bossy opinions. I mean that in a good way. I need a lot of guidance.
Natasha was fun and attentive, but she pretty much just handed me the boxes. However, Lorrie and Shari humored me. We look like we're playing shoe store.