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The Great American Road Trip

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When I was a kid, I was obsessed with Pee Wee Herman. On Saturday mornings, I would wake up specifically to watch Pee Wee's Playhouse. Pee Wee was everything I wanted to be: loud, energetic, and unapologetically himself. His friends were all weird and cool, and his house was colorful and wacky. When I was in sixth grade, I was Pee Wee Herman for Halloween. It was going to be my last Halloween parade, so I decided why not have fun with it? I bought a grey suit from the thrift store, slicked down my hair, and went to school in what was the most nontraditional Halloween costume a 12 year old girl could come up with.


My family always had cable, and we always had HBO and Showtime. Back then, the movie stations would get a few movies each month, and play the everloving shit out of them. As soon as Pee Wee's Big Adventure hit HBO, I must have watched it over 100 times. I loved the whimsy and the unpredictable nature of taking this great road trip with nothing in mind other than ge…

Digital Eyeballs

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We got cash and gift cards for Christmas. I told my husband then that I wanted to buy myself a camera, because I had outgrown the Canon that I had been using, and was using my phone more than I wanted to.  I then proceeded to research the crap out of the two that I wanted the most (Sony vs Fuji), and then go too far down the internet review wormhole and psych myself out. I used some of the money to pay off some bills, because I'm still digging myself back out financially from The Great Mental Breakdown of 2017.

Months went by, and I finally decided that one day while visiting my mom up at Cleveland Clinic main campus, I would stop by the Dodd Camera that I passed every time I drove up to the hospital. Another month passed, and I actually made the stop. I was able to hold the cameras in my hands and see how the felt to me, not just listen to how they felt to the guys in the various reviews I watched on YouTube. Two of the guys who were working that day shot with Fuji, so they were…

Rituals and Reminders of the Past.

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My husband and I have a Saturday ritual: coffee at Angel Falls, followed by a stop at Square Records. I usually check the new releases, and look at what weird books have come in. I start at the opposite end of the newly added used stuff, and work my way back to the beginning (because- you guessed it- my husband starts at the new releases and works his way over). We've done this for years, and it's one of those little things that I look forward to all week.

A few weeks ago as I was flipping through, I noticed a lot of familiar records in the just in used section. The grouping of bands was way too specific to just be a coincidence. These were records that someone had held onto forever, until shit just got that bad and they had to start selling the things that meant a lot to them. I knew whose records these were. It felt like seeing a ghost. I didn't tell my husband, because this happened way before I met him, and I don't like talking about this guy or my brief time tang…