Meh. As a fellow old (the same age as Khaled himself!) I only know of him because of his darling son. Such baby clothes I’ve never seen! D’awwwww!!!!

I immediately knew what “windowpane suits” looked like--it’s amazing that he actually looked pretty good in them. I see a few men wearing them now, and they can’t carry it off. Amateurs!

Didn’t Reagan (er, Saint Reagan) wear tan suits? Or were they brown? Meh, it was the early 80s, so I guess it came with the territory.

Yeah—even I, an evil childless spinster, goes “Awwwwww!!!!!” whenever I see a tot kicking its plump little legs or waving at everyone that passes.

Yes.

I’ve “taught” at the college level (i.e. I took over a class or 2 when the professor was late/sick—it was a tiny program), and I liked teaching older students. Couldn’t deal with regular “college age” students that saw music courses as an “easy A” or thought that being an athlete was going to let them coast through…

This is what I said to anyone who ever told me I’d make a good teacher. Teaching, like playing a piano, takes TALENT. And it’s a rare teacher (not coach!) that can do both. Making the difficult easy is soooooo hard!

“So what?!”

Huh. Florissant. I’m surprised I haven’t really heard much about the Florissant PD. We were too busy worrying about the Dellwood/Ferguson/Jennings/St. Louis PD pulling people over for “the fun of it.” (They did a LOT of that in the early 1980s...and today.)

Down the road--would that be Jennings or Dellwood? (Either way, I’m still kinda surprised they didn’t give her a few whacks with the nightstick after they tased her.)

Sounds like good porn names. Gay, straight, who cares?

Well, I like one of those groups.

It’s a sad, sad, sad Spruce Goose that I can see when I look out of the window at work. Then again, no matter where I turn, I see huge empty buildings. Railway Exchange? Empty. St. Louis Centre? Oh wait, that’s where I’m working from now...so re-purposed!

He’s an idiot. What can you expect?

(From the future!) Of course he caved in and voted with them!

That’s fake Fisher-Price cheese, I’ll have you know!

Well, damn--I was going to make a Nixon “Enemies List” joke about Trump, and it’s already made for me. Dammit, Chump!

There’s a joke in here somewhere about a BBQ place with a signature while BBQ sauce named after a black pitcher from Nebraska, but I can’t come up with it...

I guess Jane or Flora or Shoshanna would work! 

I stabbed a dude that didn’t take the point in the crotch with my hair sticks. He grabbed my ass and for a split second, I was lucid enough to think “Man, I don’t want to take this wooden clog off and hit him in the temple. I’d go to prison!” So I did the next best thing and whipped the sticks out and went straight…