Losing My Bloginity

Greetings and Salutations My Loyal Readers

(ok...so that's premature and arrogant....oh well.)

Having pondered the question of "To Blog or Not To Blog" for several weeks now, I have finally decided to give it up. I'm going to blame it on my teenage nieces and their making me start a Facebook account.

So that led to searching for an search of names from the dusty card catalog of names from my past. Which led to wondering what those people were doing today. Actually it was yesterday. Which made me wonder what I was doing on November 26, 1986. Which led to a dig for my diaries and journals of all thing mundane and forgettable.

So let's hop into Mr. Peabody's Wayback Machine and return to Mankato, Minnesota. The diary, a gift from Grama Thelma (as part of her World Book Membership-which I loved to read-for no reason).

Quote on the inside cover, "It is the great minds that have difficulty in committing themselves." James Michner, The Drifters. That was my motto. Still is. Of course now days they call it ADD.

I believe I was living on Pearl St., with Kriss Hauch (Maverick) and Kris Franzen (Goose). I was Ice. What can I say...Top Gun was on fire and there were three Kris's living in the same place. It was either that or the red-head, the blonde or the skinny one.

I worked at Mexican Village as a cook. It was the year that fajitas were introduced. I had a an unrequited love for Jamie McNaughton, a fellow cook. But alas, he was smitten by Jody the waitress in the pouffy sleeved uniform. All those looks and dumber than a grapefruit. But she made a hell of lot more than I did. Everyone made more than I did at $3.45 an hour.

My roomies made me leave my guacamole and refried bean coated clothes in the hallway before I came in to the upper floor that we rented. We each paid $88.00 a month. Our furniture was left behind. One piece was the "S" chair.

It was a very popular chair for relaxing. Ours was black and didn't have a frame. I believe the original ended up in Minneapolis (maybe left with Kevin and Joey.)

I found a replica this week. And during my week of recollecting. Coincidence. I think not.

Where was I? November 26, 1986. I had an art project due for Color and Design. And I closed at the Mexican Village. Kind of boring.

So here I am sitting on my new S chair wondering where 22 years have gone. If anyone has an answer.....let me know.

And thus I shall close this virgin blog entry. Thank you for being gentle. I can't wait to get more experience.