Time Capsule 1962

1962. Was it fun for you? For me, not so much… though I sure had a nice dress! I’m reblogging my graduation dance experience because, well, it’s that time of year, and memories abound…

Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees

Fifty-four years ago, in 1962, I came of age. Not just because I graduated from high school at the tender age of 16. And not because I shortly afterward landed my first job. (Prudential Assurance, corner of Dorchester and University.)

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Time Goes

So I have a milestone birthday coming up next month, as I’ve mentioned before. I am becoming distinctly forlorn over this. I’ve always been super-aware of aging whenever my current decade would crank over to the next. Life has whipped by way too fast for my liking. So I find myself looking at things I wrote years ago and some of it really takes me back… like these lyrics to a song I wrote back in ’86.

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