The Sunday Stealing this week is by Storyworth.
I used to watch the Super Bowl ads fairly religiously. Someone put together the 25 best ones, and I remember liking 1, 2, and 7.
I have no idea. When I was 16, I rode someone else’s bicycle from Binghamton’s First Ward to the South Side. I was crossing the bridge from Riverside Drive, gaining on my friend Carol, but I couldn’t stop. So I put my foot down, tumbled, and severely scraped my left arm, a wound I had for another three and a half decades. I had never had a bicycle with hand brakes, having always stopped by essentially trying to pedal backward.
There is no doubt that Watergate was the source of gleeful conversation since the first three in particular were contemptible sorts.
The World Almanac. I received it every year from when I was 10 to 60. The longest rivers, the most significant cities, and the sheer number of Canadians in the list of Famous Personalities, folks like Lorne Greene of Bonanza.
I always liked slides and still do.
I’m not sure that I would. Maybe I would have become a librarian sooner. Conversely, my experience working at FantaCo, a small business, was extremely useful in being a small business librarian.
They think I’m an extrovert. I have written about this a lot, most recently here.
Most people can change because the species would not have survived this long.
My mother was not great with useful advice. It tended to be a lot of platitudes. To be fair, she might have agreed with that assessment if asked.
Occasionally, I was directed to make a plan in work and non-employment situations. What do you see yourself doing in five years? Except for retiring, this has never been at all useful or correct.
Quite possibly, this blog. 18 years, four months. Unless you consider owning a house a “project.”
Little Caesar’s in Binghamton, NY. Lombardo’s in Albany. The former is still operating.