Friday, August 23, 2002

Ditty here. If anyone is in need of an old fart's memories from the 80's on up, you'd best ask me, I suppose, not that I guarantee I'll remember anything - the overwhelming image I have from those years is seeing my son perform in Heather's black lace pantyhose at the Down Home on New Year's Eve. By the way, for anyone who already doesn't know about them, I run three web sites in a partnership with my husband Ernie (yes, I got married - isn't that a hoot?) called Dear Aunt Nettie, The Museum of Depressionist Art and The Gallery of the Unidentifiable. It's fun and it keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.


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