Rambling

It's been awhile since I've written. Thanksgiving is coming up November 27th. Thirty years ago, it was the day Mayor George Moscone and Supervisor Harvey Milk were murdered in San Francisco's City Hall.

I was in my high school "Mechanical Drawing" class when an on-campus police knocked on our door and told us the Mayor had been shot. It was such a shock. Jonestown had happened earlier that month.

I transitioned from watching "The Waltons" to watching a program on Channel 9 with Blondie, Devo, and other cool bands. Gave up singing "I'm On the Top of the World" (I still love Karen Carpenter's voice) for "I Don't Like Mondays" by The Boomtown Rats (thank you KSAN).

I stopped tying my hair back in the ponytail I'd worn since I was 10, I started cutting class, I tried to help my friend dye her hair with blue food coloring (her hair turned green), I traded in my wannabe Annie Hall look for a wannabe hippy look (didn't quite cut it with homemade blue jeans and white painter's pants).

By December 1980, when "Little House on the Prairie" was interupted by news of John Lennon's assasination, I'd stopped believing in a shiny, happy world. Now that I'm "grown up" I want to make the world shiny and happy again.