It’s been awhile since I’ve written here. I would like to sincerely apologize to my loyal followers — all 23 of you — and assure you that I am fine. Life is good. Thanks for your (completely unvoiced) concern. But a few things have been getting in the way of my blogging recently.
Gosh, I loved the 80s.
Those were the years I came of age, and I embraced everything about the era—the big hair, the big combs, the big shoulder pads, the neon colors, and Madonna’s fingerless gloves. Bands like Kajagoogoo, Duran Duran and Wham! provided the soundtrack of my adolescence, and Michael Jackson’s Thriller video was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. Molly Ringwald and Tom Cruise were my cinematic heroes, and shows like Magnum P.I., Miami Vice and The Cosby Show were “must-see TV.” Continue reading “Everybody’s Got a Bomb, We Could All Die Any Day”