Tag: boring high school reunion stuff

More accurately, I’m pretty sure that: people without kids don’t particularly want to read vaguely crazed rants on why schools shouldn’t give kids almost a whole week off in a row right after Christmas break; and people with kids don’t need me to tell them why this is contraindicated. Blogging might be therapy and all that, but most therapy is boring to outsiders. Besides, the whole thing could have been summarized as One more day.  One more blessed day anyway.

…Still.  Really?  Really?

…they turned the town where I went to high school into the Wedding Dress capital of Central Coastal New Jersey. *And* memory-holed all the bookstores. It’s almost as if the town fathers had refused to encase the town in amber, the day after I graduated. If I still paid taxes in New Jersey, I’d inquire where my tax money was going to, anyway.

Thank God the pizza place is still here. As is the Irish pub, although I never came in here when I was in high school.