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The room reeked of formaldehyde, a smell that still zings my gag reflexes. We were being asked to do the unthinkable, cut off the rear legs of a frog. This called for an immediate intervention of mass proportions. Mrs. Cleaver (quite fitting eh!), the Eighth grade science teacher had left the room for a moment… Read more »
In the 1970’s, I had a total girl crush on a certain freckled-face, unruly, red-haired, horizontally-challenged-pig-tailed girl from Villa Villekulla. Her name was Pippi Longstocking. Pippi had superhuman strength and could hold a horse up with one hand and boy was she ever groovy! After turning on my life-sized Zenith Television Set and wiggling the… Read more »
