Five Things….

Little Blog on the Prairie tagged me for the Five Things meme.  Like her, I’m feeling rather uninteresting these days….can we PLEASE have some spring or SOMETHING to get us out of these doldrums?

O.K….here goes…..

1.  My thesis for my master’s degree was on drive-in movie theaters. And how someone always interested in the arts ended up with an M.S. instead of an M.A. I’ll never know.

2.  I got interested in the New York Dolls because of the line in Ian Hunter’s song Standing In My Light:  "ain’t gonna trade with the pain of the New York Dolls."  So I bought a copy of their first album at the old Wax Trax in Chicago many years ago and fell in love with Johnny Thunders.  See?  all good comes from Ian….

Here’s a fantastic version of Personality Crisis.  You GOTTA love Johnny’s performance….his guitar, his hair, his harmonies….oh Johnny….

3. I only make phone calls under duress.  I hate talking on the phone.  I was made for email.  Generally, the only long conversations I have on the phone are with Eileen, my sisters or my mother.

4.  As a child my mother sewed virtually all our clothes…even things like winter coats.  She was a wonderful seamstress and we always had a special first-day-of-school dress and things like that.  On Saturday mornings we would go grocery shopping and then to the fabric store and then sometimes lunch at The Golden Bear, a 24 hour pancake kind of restaurant.  It seemed that we spent hours in the fabric store…which we might very well have. I loved walking through the aisles playing games with myself to pick my favorite fabric on each row, etc.  When my mother and I went and picked out the red wool for my wedding dress we found it in a crowded fabric store on the far south side of Chicago—maybe it was Beverly.  I can’t quite remember.  Anyway, although I don’t really sew…to this day I absolutely LOVE walking
through fabric stores…feeling the fabrics as I go….

5. I still consistently have dreams that I forgot to drop a class and have to take the final.  Now it has morphed into a dream that I was supposed to be a T.A. but never showed up.  Does that just mean I’m feeling older?

I’m going to tag Growing Curious and My Own Circle of Confusion.