I grew up in the Midwest, in a house that had been the farmhouse for the land that was sold to build the surrounding suburb. Our house came with all the leftover land in the middle of the block. In 1974 we happened to grow LOTS and LOTS of onions, so after they dried, we braided the tops to make attractive strands. As far as I can remember, that was the only year we bothered. And that's what we were doing the evening that Nixon threw in the towel. Very surreal.
I was also nursing a newborn the evening Bush I started Gulf War I. My life is all about the weird juxtaposition.
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I grew up in the Midwest, in a house that had been the farmhouse for the land that was sold to build the surrounding suburb. Our house came with all the leftover land in the middle of the block. In 1974 we happened to grow LOTS and LOTS of onions, so after they dried, we braided the tops to make attractive strands. As far as I can remember, that was the only year we bothered. And that's what we were doing the evening that Nixon threw in the towel. Very surreal.
I was also nursing a newborn the evening Bush I started Gulf War I. My life is all about the weird juxtaposition.