Time Capsule 1980: A Family’s Journey Through Change and Cultural Shifts

Stepping into 1980 feels like opening a time capsule—each memory and milestone woven together to tell the story of a year that was equal parts personal and historic. For my family, it was a year of finding normalcy after the chaos of 1979. We’d weathered Hurricane Frederic and the challenges of the aftermath while living with my grandmother. But in 1980, change came in the form of a little yellow house at the end of Easter Lane in the Holiday Estates subdivision in Mobile, Alabama—a neighborhood that would become the backdrop of our lives until we moved to Florida in the mid-80's. The house wasn’t fancy, but my sister and I had our own rooms and a huge backyard which was nestled at the edge of the woods, it felt like a fresh start. Sadly, that neighborhood was demolished in the early 2000s and the land is now an undeveloped part of the Mobile Regional Airport.

Life at home was simple yet rich with memories. My dad worked long hours as a shipbuilder at the Alabama Drydock and Shipbuilding Company, while my sister spent her days at school. That left me with Mama, who, as a stay-at-home mom, filled our days with purpose and care. Together, we nurtured her vibrant garden, where she seemed to have a magical touch for growing everything—cucumbers, bell peppers, squash, green onions, cantaloupe, carrots, watermelon, and, whimsically, sunflowers. Mama also took up canning, turning our pantry into a treasure trove of bread-and-butter pickles and chow chow. Sundays we’d dress in our best and head to Pleasant View Baptist Church, which anchored othe neighborhood until it, too, was lost to the airport’s expansion. While the church didn’t leave me with much spiritually, it did ignite my love for performing, potlucks, and casseroles. Another vivid memory is Mama’s letter-writing. As I mentioned in a previous blog post, she often penned heartfelt letters to her friend Nancy, my grandma, and other family members. Back then, a stationery set and a book of 15-cent postage stamps were far more affordable than the average long-distance phone call, making letters was Mama's lifeline of connection.

White star was where Pleasent View Baptist Church was, Yellow Star is where the little yellow house we lived in was and the Blue Star marks the spot where the house we rented from Mr. Moon when we moved out of the yellow house a couple of years before we moved to Florida was.

Living on the edge of the woods had its fair share of hazards. The yard teemed with wildlife—rabbits, opossums, and armadillos often wandered through, but so did less welcome guests like pygmy rattlers and cottonmouths. My sister, however, found a fiercely loyal guardian in a calico stray cat that happened upon our yard and stayed, she named Prissy. True to her name, Prissy embodied every bit of that self-assured attitude. She barely tolerated me, reserving all her affection for my sister, but her snake-hunting prowess was unmatched. Prissy was skinny, small but a fearless hunter, often leaving half-dead pygmy rattlers and baby cottonmouths on our front porch as if to flaunt her triumphs.

One of my most poignant memories of that house unfolded a year later, on the day we lost Chip, my beloved beagle. He was my first dog, my best friend, and the most loyal companion a kid could ask for. I named him after a boy I had a crush on, the son of Mrs. Jackson, my kindergarten teacher. Tragically, his curious encounter with an eastern diamondback rattlesnake ended in heartbreak. The bite was severe and with no money for a vet, my dad made the gut-wrenching decision to end Chip's suffering with his rifle. It was an act of mercy, but it shattered my heart. Chip had a doghouse of his own, yet he preferred the crawl space under our house—it was his favorite spot, his safe haven, and it was probably quite cool under there. I missed him deeply and the emptiness he left lingered my dad and sister brought home a beautiful black-and-white English Springer Spaniel puppy I named Pickles.

Not Chip but he looks pretty close.

Beyond the walls of our yellow house, 1980 was alive with stories—some that shook the world and others that delighted it. Economically, the cost of living looked wildly different from today. The median yearly income for families was $21,023 and the minimum wage was a mere $3.10 an hour. It costs $3,499 on average for tuition at a four year college, including room and board. A new home would set you back around $64,600, while a gallon of gas cost just $1.25, and a new refrigerator with a water dispenser and icemaker was probably cheaper than a VCR, which was priced at $699—an astronomical sum for the latest tech. Being that a VCR was out of financial reach of most, a basic movie ticket was around $2.69, not including popcorn and a soda.

Politically, Jimmy Carter was president, with Walter Mondale as his vice president, though Reagan and Bush were elected in November. The U.S. population stood at approximately 227.2 million, while the world population reached 4.4 billion. International tensions ran high; frustrated by the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan and the Iran hostage crisis, President Carter announced a boycott of the Moscow Summer Olympics and imposed sanctions on Iran. Meanwhile, on January 28, six U.S. diplomats staged a daring escape from Iran during the hostage crisis by posing as Canadians.

Carter and Reagan

In cultural milestones, The eruption of Mount St. Helens in Washington kills 57 people and causes over $1 billion in damage, CNN launched on June 1 as the first 24-hour news network, revolutionizing how we consumed news. On February 22, the U.S. Olympic hockey team delivered the legendary "Miracle on Ice," defeating the Soviet Union in Lake Placid. And on December 8, the world mourned as John Lennon was tragically shot outside his New York apartment.

Mt. St. Helens when it began to erupt, in 1980

The entertainment world thrived. At the Oscars, Ordinary People took home Best Picture, while Robert De Niro and Sissy Spacek were awarded Best Actor and Best Actress for their performances in Raging Bull and Coal Miner’s Daughter, respectively. On television, new shows like Bosom Buddies and Magnum, P.I. premiered, while beloved classics such as The Rockford Files, Barnaby Jones, Love of Life and Hawaii Five-O aired their finales. In theaters, The Empire Strikes Back dominated the box office, earning its place in cinematic history despite initial mixed reviews.

Children immersed themselves in the joys of toys and games, with Rubik’s Cubes—my sister's obsession, which she eventually mastered—Spirograph, Holly Hobbie dolls, Hot Wheels & Matchbox cars, the Barbie Dreamhouse, Lite-Brite, and my personal favorite, Strawberry Shortcake dolls. Meanwhile, bookworms lost themselves in captivating reads like The Bourne Identity by Robert Ludlum, A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn, Firestarter by Stephen King, and Cosmos by Carl Sagan.

In sports, the Philadelphia Phillies captured the World Series, the Los Angeles Lakers dominated the NBA, and the Georgia Bulldogs claimed NCAA football glory. For horse racing fans, Genuine Risk became a Kentucky Derby champion, while Seve Ballesteros triumphed at the PGA Masters Tournament.

The year 1980 welcomed the birth of numerous future stars, including Lin-Manuel Miranda, Christina Ricci, Zooey Deschanel, Macaulay Culkin, Ryan Gosling, Kristen Bell, and Jake Gyllenhaal. However, it was also a year of poignant losses. Icons such as Alfred Hitchcock, Jimmy Durante, Colonel Sanders, Steve McQueen, Mae West and heartbreakingly, John Lennon left the world. Lennon's tragic death left an indelible mark on history and the hearts of millions.

Jake Gyllenhaal

Looking back, 1980 was a year of contrasts. For my family, it was about building a life, growing a garden and navigating the challenges of everyday life For the world, it was a year of triumphs, tragedies, and cultural shifts. What about you? Do you remember 1980? Whether it’s a favorite toy, a beloved song, or a family story, I’d love to hear your memories. Share them in the comments, and if this story brought a smile (or a spark of nostalgia), your support helps keep these stories alive.

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This Bird Has Flown: A Note-Perfect Rom-Com by Bangles lead singer Susanna Hoffs

If you’ve ever hit replay a thousand times on Manic Monday, sang along to Eternal Flame or jammed to Walk Like an Egyptian, then you’re probably just as devoted to the Bangles as I am. Their album Different Light was a game-changer for me as a kid. It not only filled my days with infectious melodies but sparked a love for music that shaped my entire childhood. Susanna Hoffs, the lead singer of the Bangles, became a sort of icon in my life. I followed her career like a true fan, collecting every album, single and in recent years, her collaborations with Matthew Sweet. One of my favorite recent covers is her rendition of They Don’t Know, originally by Kirsty MacColl and later a hit for Tracey Ullman. I’ve always admired her artistry, but when I heard she was releasing her debut novel, I was hesitant. Could a legendary musician also be a great author? Let me tell you—Susanna absolutely delivered.

As many of you may have noticed, my book interest usually gravitates around Young Adult, LGBTQ, History and Self-Help but being a fan of Susanna, I couldn't resist the temptation of delving into her her novel, This Bird Has Flown, which swept me off my feet. It's a racy, witty rom-com—a delightful fusion of Bridget Jones and Daisy Jones. At its heart is Jane Start, a talented singer who’s been stuck in the shadow of her younger years. She’s lost, broke and grappling with the weight of past fame. But life takes an unexpected turn when Jane meets Tom Hardy (no, not the actor—an Oxford professor) on a flight to London. What follows is a rollercoaster of emotions, romance and rediscovery, all set against a soundtrack of nostalgia-inducing musical references. From struggles with past relationships to the whirlwind of love and fame, Jane’s story is as raw and personal as it is entertaining.

I first read the hardcover version of this book shortly after its release and it immediately captivated me. I also had the pleasure of listening to the audiobook, which is brought to life by the incredible narrations of Susanna Hoffs herself and Juliet Stevenson. Their voices added so much depth and charm to the story, making it a truly immersive experience. For those who prefer to wait for paperbacks, the book was released in paperback March 5, 2024, from Back Bay Books.

Reading this book felt like diving headfirst into spring—it was as refreshing as blasting In Your Room on repeat. Susanna’s storytelling radiates warmth and charm, creating a journey that’s clever, sexy and laugh-out-loud funny. I especially appreciated the nods to music throughout the book; they add a layer of depth and nostalgia that make the story even more engaging.

What really struck me was Susanna’s ability to weave music into every aspect of the narrative. Jane Start, the protagonist, struggles with writer’s block, heartbreak and the challenges of reinventing herself. But thanks to her best friend Pippa (who’s an absolute gem of a character), a spontaneous trip to London sparks both creativity and connection. Her relationship with Tom is fiery and real, filled with all the ups and downs that make you root for them from page one.

In true Susanna fashion, as with her own music, she doesn’t hold back when it comes to exploring Jane’s anxieties and insecurities. Watching Jane rediscover her confidence was inspiring—it’s a reminder that second chances are always within reach. And the supporting cast? Perfection. Every character brought their own charm to the story, making it a joy to read from start to finish.

For those who love authors like Taylor Jenkins Reid, Linda Holmes, Elin Hilderband, Andrew Sean Greer or Katherine St. John, this book is an absolute must-read. And if you're a fan of celebrity gossip or intrigued by the inside world of music, you’ll devour every page. Susanna’s novel strikes the perfect balance between escapism and relatability, delivering a story that is sure to connect with readers across generations.

Whether you’re a longtime fan of Susanna Hoffs or just discovering her work, This Bird Has Flown is a debut novel that hits all the right notes. It’s funny, heartfelt and brimming with music-filled nostalgia. I’d love to hear your thoughts! Have you read the book yet? If so, what did you think? Share your comments below—I would love to hear your thoughts of this book. And if this review brightened your day or brought a smile to your face, feel free to show your appreciation in any way that feels right. 😉 Every little bit helps keep these posts going strong!

Now, queue up your favorite Bangles playlist, grab a copy of This Bird Has Flown and enjoy. Happy reading!

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Brewing Nostalgia: Coffee, Memories and a Bicycle Business Possibility

Let’s take a trip back to New York City in the early ‘90s—a time before Starbucks became a household name, when coffee culture was defined by corner delis, diners, and the iconic blue-and-white “We Are Happy to Serve You” and "World's Best Cup of Coffee" cups. For me, this was a time of survival, discovery, and a growing love for everything adults loved that weren't really on the radar for kids my age, one being coffee, which would stay with me for life. At just 16, I was navigating life in New York, “homeless” in the technical sense but never without a sense of purpose. Coffee became one of my lifelines, at least during the day—a source of warmth, comfort, and energy during those cold days of swinging from payphone to client.

Back in 1992-1993, during my time in New York, Starbucks had yet to leave its mark on the city. The first location wouldn't arrive until 1994, so New Yorkers turned to a rich tapestry of local spots to get their caffeine fix. One standout was Tiffany Restaurant—a classic diner known for its hearty meals and strong, straightforward coffee. Like many iconic establishments, Tiffany Restaurant has since closed its doors, leaving behind only fond memories of its warm, no-frills atmosphere. Ordering coffee there was simple: you’d get a few packets of sweeteners to choose from—usually sugar, Equal, or Sweet'N Low—and two or three small containers of half-and-half. It wasn’t fancy, but it hit the spot, and you left content with what you got. Another gem was The Coffee Shop near Union Square. Erik, a friend and sort of boyfriend I met during my time in the city, introduced me to this spot, claiming it had the best coffee around. While the coffee was a bit strong for my taste, a more than generous splash of half-and-half and a heap of sugar transformed it into a sweet reminder of my childhood, sneaking sips of my parents’ Folgers or Piggly Wiggly brand coffee.

For those on the go, corner delis and bodegas were the unsung heroes of NYC’s coffee scene. Often run by hardworking immigrant families, these spots offered quick, affordable cups of coffee in those iconic blue-and-white cups. There were also an incredible amount of Dunkin Donuts locations that offered, not only a place for random homeless people to camp and hope they flew under employee radar but also served what's one of my favorite cups of coffee to this day. And let’s not forget, for those of us who made their way out of the city and into New Jersey, the ubiquitous 7-Eleven, where a big cup of coffee cost just 79 cents. Sure, it was often old and bitter, but it got the job done.

During those days, I sometimes dreamed of starting my own portable coffee shop—a business built onto a bicycle. Imagine pedaling through the streets of New York, serving up steaming cups of coffee to the masses, just like a hot dog vendor. I swear if I used Folgers, Chock Full o’Nuts, Maxwell House, or even A&P-branded coffee, none of the customers would have known. My idea was simple: offer coffee just a few cents cheaper than the corner stores and restaurants, making it accessible to everyone.
Had I had the resources to build something like that and the mindset to step away from the easy money of hustling, I might have turned that dream into reality. Even now, the idea of a bicycle coffee shop feels like a fun, practical business—something I could see myself doing in retirement, perhaps after a knee replacement or two. It could be a way to stay active, connect with people, and share the joy of coffee, one cup at a time.

Coffee wasn’t just a drink during those days; it was a symbol of comfort for me. Whether it was a strong cup from a diner, a quick fix from a corner deli, or a bitter brew from 7-Eleven, each cup carried a sense of normalcy and warmth that I desperately needed. Even now, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee takes me back to those days when I would walk the streets of New York—a time of survival, discovery, and that odd dream of a caffeinated future.

Coffee has a way of weaving itself into our lives, doesn’t it? It’s more than just a drink; it’s a source of comfort, a ritual, and sometimes even a dream. I’d love to hear your coffee stories. Do you have a favorite café or a special memory tied to a cup of coffee? Let’s chat in the comments—I’m all ears (or should I say, all beans?). And hey, if this story resonated with you and you’d like to support more content like this, your kindness would mean the world to me. Here’s to more coffee, more stories, and more dreams. ☕💜

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A Sweet Memory with Dave Willetts: Hypnotized by On and Off Stage

Picture this: It’s January 1993, one of the coldest days and nights I can recall. I found myself at a man’s apartment in New York City, invited to stay over because of the freezing weather. Here’s how it happened: we were sitting together at Julius', watching the news as they ran a report on hypothermia and frostbite, warning about the dangerously low temperatures that night and the following day. I can’t remember his name, but he was kind—a real aged-hippy vibe. At one point, he turned to me and said, “My place is warm. Would you like to come stay over? I have an electric blanket too.”

It’s a quirky detail, sure, but trust me, it perfectly sets the stage for an evening that would stay with me for decades.

Dave Willetts as The Phantom

This man happened to know I was a die-hard fan of The Phantom of the Opera (and let’s be honest, probably used it to set the mood, haha). He put on On and Off Stage, Dave Willetts’ album. Now, at the time, I only knew of Dave Willetts by association—he had taken over the Phantom role in London after the legendary Michael Crawford stepped away. But when I heard his voice for the first time that night, it was nothing short of mesmerizing. His tone was so much sweeter and gentler than I was used to after hearing Michael Crawford, Colm Wilkinson, and even Mark Jacoby who was currently performing the role on Broadway. I was hooked.

While On and Off Stage includes just two songs from Phantom, it delivers so much more. Willetts’ rendition of “The Music of the Night” is an absolute standout. If you haven’t heard it, you have been missing out! That said, I have to admit I was slightly let down by the album’s version of the title track, “The Phantom of the Opera.” It wasn’t due to Willetts himself—his vocals are stunning—but rather the choice of Lesley Garrett to sing opposite him. While she’s undeniably talented, the duet lacked the iconic “Sing For Me” cadenza and Christine's high E, which has always been a highlight for fans. Fun fact: she later nailed it when Michael Ball featured her on one of his own albums, which did include the full cadenza.

Dave as Jean Valjean

But what really surprised me was that my favorite tracks weren’t from Phantom or even musical theatre. Willetts’ mashup of Bette Midler’s “The Rose” and Neil Diamond’s “Hello Again” is pure magic. And “Nights Are Forever,” a song you might recognize from Twilight Zone: The Movie, was another hidden gem that I couldn’t stop replaying. Then there’s his breathtaking performance of the mashup “Be On Your Own” and “Unusual Way” from the musical Nine. Honestly, it’s the kind of artistry that leaves you in awe.

The next day, before retreating to my little abode in New Jersey to hunker down for the rest of the icy cold, I couldn’t leave the city without making this album mine. I headed straight to Colony Records and snagged their only copy of On and Off Stage. I’ll admit—it was really expensive for an album with just 12 tracks, but honestly? It was worth every penny then, and it still is today.

To this day, it remains one of my most cherished albums—a treasure that instantly transports me back to that freezing New York evening and the unforgettable warmth of discovering a voice that completely captivated me. Dave Willetts’ On and Off Stage is a musical treasure. It’s more than just an album; it’s an experience, blending iconic theatre pieces with pop ballads in a way that feels personal and timeless. Whether you’re a theatre buff, a collector of all things related to The Phantom of the Opera or just someone who appreciates beautiful vocals, I can’t recommend it enough.

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Whispers from the Depths: The Haunting of Kitty's Steps

Welcome, dear reader, to a tale that intertwines the tranquility of nature with the chilling whispers of the supernatural. Have you ever felt the eerie pull of a place, where the air seems to shimmer with unseen presences? Tonight, we delve into one such haunted corner of Devon, England—Lydford Gorge and its infamous pool, known as Kitty's Steps. This story has it all: mystery, tragedy, and a spectral seductress who beckons from beyond the grave. So, settle in, dim the lights, and prepare yourself for a journey into the unknown.

From the dawn of time, water has been a portal to the supernatural—a rock-fanged coast, a tumultuous river, or an idyllic pool can become the stage for ghostly encounters. In Devon, at Lydford Gorge, lies a dark pool fed by a twenty-foot cascade, a place known as Kitty's Steps. Local legend holds that this pool harbors a spirit so seductive, it lures the unwary to a watery grave.

The story begins many years ago with an old woman named Kitty, who was returning home from the market. Opting for a shortcut through a ravine instead of the main road, Kitty led her horse along a narrow pathway that brought her perilously close to the waterfall where she had played as a child. Recent heavy rains had made the path slippery, or perhaps—as some whisper—a spirit beckoned her from the pool below. Regardless of the cause, Kitty never made it home. Her horse was found quietly grazing on the riverbank, and her red kerchief was discovered near the pool. From that day on, Kitty's ghost has been seen standing near the waterfall, her kerchiefed head bowed as she stares into the water, lost in an eternal vigil.

In 1968, the sinister reputation of Kitty's Steps grew darker still. A young soldier, hurrying back to his camp, chose the same shortcut through the ravine. When he went missing for several weeks, a search ensued. His body was eventually found floating on the water's surface below the cascade, a grim reminder of the pool's deadly allure.

These ghostly accounts are more than mere stories; they're a chilling reminder of the thin veil between our world and the unknown. Lydford Gorge and Kitty's Steps serve as a haunting testament to the lives lost and the spirits that may still linger, reaching out to those who venture too close.

And so, we leave Lydford Gorge, its dark waters still whispering their secrets. Do the spirits of Kitty and the young soldier truly linger there, calling out to the living? As with all ghost stories, the truth lies somewhere between the seen and the unseen, the known and the unknown. If this tale of watery doom has captivated your imagination, I'd love to hear your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. And if you feel compelled to support more eerie explorations, a token of appreciation would be most welcome. Until our paths cross again, stay curious and keep your senses sharp—you never know what might be lurking just beyond the shadows.👻

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My Weight Loss Journey and Dealing with Unsolicited Advice

So, here's the thing—I’ve been struggling with my weight for years. Despite trying all sorts of diets and workout plans, it's been a tough battle. Part of the challenge is that I have low testosterone, which definitely doesn't help.

Right now, I weigh 220 pounds. My doctor has asked what I'm doing to lose the weight, and honestly, I'm just being mindful of what I eat. I don't work out, though I know I should. I've been to a nutritionist, and she was really helpful in explaining my needs. Now I know how many calories, how much protein, fat, fiber, and other things I need to consume to keep my body sustained and still lose weight.

I actually use a lot of books like Joel Fuhrman's Eat To Live, Mario Lopez's Extra Lean for the basics and for my bad cravings, I'm using swap-outs from Lisa Lillien's Hungry Girl series.

Throughout my weight loss journey, people, I guess with good intentions, have offered dieting advice. While I appreciate the offer, I really don't want unsolicited diet advice, especially from people who really don't know much about nutrition contrary to what they believe.

Here are some of the things I've been told over the past few months. I never replied to the things people have said, but the statements after each are why that advice is not helpful:

1. Eat a lot of rice.

   • Rice holds no nutritional value. Brown rice is slightly healthier because it has fiber content, but not enough to be "healthy." Rice can be best described as empty calories.

2. You should drink Sprite instead of any other sodas because it is clear.

   • Just because something is clear doesn't mean it's like drinking water. Sprite contains just as many calories as other sodas.

3. You should eat nothing but Lucky Charms.

   • Most cereals are sugar-laden calorie bombs with little nutritional value. Lucky Charms, while wonderfully delicious, contain only a trace amount of protein.

4. Drink 2% or Skim Milk instead of whole milk.

   • Honestly, milk is a calorie bomb. I don't like the flavor of milk and aside from a tablespoon in my coffee or a 1/2 cup in my Raisin Bran, I don't touch it.

5. One cookie won't kill you.

   • Maybe it won't, but it will kill my willpower and set me back on my calories for the day, meaning I'll have to eat less for dinner.

6. You should eat more Chinese food. Have you ever seen a fat Chinese person?

   • Chinese people probably don't eat the bad stuff on the menu. I don't care for the healthier options on Chinese menus. Also, Chinese food is loaded with salt and is actually a HUGE calorie bomb.

7. Cut out all sodas except for one a week.

   • So you're assuming that's all I drink? Honestly, I don't drink my calories. If it's got calories listed on a beverage, I don't touch it.

8. Drinking Slim Fast with every meal will help you lose weight fast.

   • Slim Fast is not a beverage to go with a meal; it IS a meal...hence meal REPLACEMENT. If you drink Slim Fast with your meal, it's like drinking a 200-calorie milkshake.

9. You should eat tuna salad sandwiches instead of ham.

   • Tuna salad's main ingredient, besides tuna, is mayonnaise. Mayo is a HUGE calorie bomb. Ham, turkey, and chicken are better alternatives.

10. Tea is okay to drink if you chase it with water.

    • Sweet tea is just like soda. Unsweetened tea contains good antioxidants and NO calories. If I want sweetened tea, I add a packet of Splenda and a packet of Equal and I still have 0 calorie sweet tea.

11. Why bother? Diets always fail.

    • Because I'm doing this for myself.

12. Avoid fast food. It's bad...Have you seen the new Philly Cheese-steak Sandwich at Subway? Subway's food is healthy.

    • Subway IS fast food. Much like every fast food place in the country, they do have some healthy options, but for the most part, their food is processed calorie and fat bombs like all the rest.

13. If you want a hamburger, go to Ruby Tuesday's instead of McDonald's.

    • Just because it's a sit-down restaurant, it doesn't mean it's healthier. Some burgers at Ruby Tuesday exceed 1500 calories without fries. You might as well enjoy that Big Mac and save a few bucks.

14. Coffee is really bad for you.

    • Coffee helps boost your metabolism, it's pretty much 0 calories AND aside from the caffeine, there's nothing unhealthy in coffee. The problem is most people equate coffee to lattes and sugary drinks. My coffee is usually black or I throw a packet of Sweet n Low, Splenda, and a tablespoon of 2% milk in it. Even then, it's less than 10 calories.

15. If you eat nothing but fruit for a week, you'll lose a lot of weight.

    • I'm sure you would, from diarrhea. Fruit as a whole is a calorie bomb. While some fruits, like apples and bananas, are considered low-sugar fruits, things like grapes, cherries, and oranges are high in sugar.

16. Burger King has healthier burgers than McDonald's.

    • Beef is beef. Beef contains the same calories and fat content whether it's grilled or cooked on a flat top. Don't kid yourself.

17. As long as you eat salad, you're doing well.

    • Not true. Caesar salads are calorie bombs because of the dressing, cheese, and croutons. Dressings are usually the unhealthy culprit on salads. But other components like bacon, cheese, eggs, and even olives can sabotage your good intention with that salad.

18. If you eat healthier foods, you can eat as much as you want.

    • This is true with SOME things. I can eat broccoli all day long but it's not gonna satisfy me. It's not about how much you WANT to eat, it's about how much you NEED to eat.

19. As long as you work out an hour or so longer, you can eat whatever you want.

    • While the concept sounds good, this isn't so. You can't work out for an hour and work off a 1900 calorie hamburger. Also, rewarding your hard workout with food is no different than saying, "I had a bad day at work, I'm gonna eat a bag of chips."

20. Drink more juice.

    • Juice, much like fruit, is a calorie bomb. If you drink juice, you are drinking your calories. If you are counting your calories, you are taking away from your food intake if you drink a glass of juice. Juice is no different than drinking a Coke.

21. Diet Coke will help you lose weight.

    • It's a 0 calorie beverage. It doesn't help you lose anything, it just allows you to drink a soda and not set yourself back on calories.

22. If you want to lose weight, don't count calories, just work out.

    • Working out can help BUT losing weight IS all about the calories. If you eat more calories than you burn off, you will gain weight.

23. Have you tried Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Lean Cuisine, or Healthy Choice? Those are good options.

    • These foods are all about portion control. The problem is they are all skimpy portions of foods that contain the same amounts of calories, fat, sodium, and pretty much everything else that you'd find in the full-sized versions of the dishes. While they are well marketed. Have you ever eaten a Lean Cuisine meal and thought to yourself that you could eat two? The truth is, if you do eat two, that would be equal to what you'd get if you made it at home and served yourself a regular portion.

24. Powerade and Gatorade are awesome soda alternatives.

    • This is not true, they contain lots of sugar and sodium. Kool-Aid made with sugar would be just as healthy as Powerade and Gatorade. They are sports drinks designed to help athletes replenish their body's electrolytes. They aren't healthy for anyone to drink as an "I'm thirsty" beverage.

25. You should cook at home.

    • I actually do. The reason I got big is NOT because I feasted on fast food, it's because I do cook at home. I was frying pork chops, making mashed potatoes, cooking rice, gravy, cornbread, rolls, and a lot of other high-calorie sides. Don't assume that because I got big, I'm obsessed with fast food.

Despite the challenges and the flood of unsolicited advice, I'm committed to my journey. Losing weight is tough, but it's worth it. And hey, if you ever stumble upon any awesome healthy recipes or tips that are actually helpful, I'd love to hear them! Your support and genuine advice can make this journey a little bit easier.

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Saturday GLOWcase: The Glow of Friendship: Vanessa Bello's Journey with GLOW

In February 2017, the vibrant city of New Orleans was the starting point of a remarkable adventure—a cruise with the ladies of GLOW. It was on this neon-lit journey that I first met Vanessa Bello. Amid the excitement and celebration of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW), our shared passion for the 1980's wrestling show ignited a friendship that would endure the years. From that initial encounter, our bond grew stronger, culminating in another exhilarating cruise in March 2024 from Miami, where we, along with stars of GLOW and fellow fans, created memories that will last a lifetime. GLOW isn’t just a show to us; it’s a community, a connection, a shared passion.

Vanessa (in white) at dinner with Tina Ferarri, MTV & Lightning

Vanessa grew up on the quiet side of a very churchy town in central Massachusetts. Her street wound its way between two busy highways—one leading to Sterling, the home of "Mary Had A Little Lamb," and the other to Clinton, a once-thriving industrial city now more known for its abundance of bars. Her childhood home was an old, mossy green, single-level house nestled amidst rolling, thickly forested hills, next to a decaying red dairy barn. The barn, owned by neighbors living in a house built in 1776, had seen better decades but was still operational. Vanessa's house, constructed in 1830, was originally a sheep farmer's residence, complete with a large, spacious barn.

A young Vanessa, on the right, with her sister and dad

In this serene neighborhood, traffic was rare, and life was peaceful. Vanessa's parents were very conservative and deeply devoted to the Catholic Church at the center of town. They sang in the choir, and her father often read the gospel from the pulpit on Sundays. Television, with its perceived smut and violence, was frowned upon in their household.

Young Vanessa watching the TV she discovered GLOW on

Despite this, Vanessa found fascination in the world of wrestling. Rare were the times she could see women actually wrestle on their old TV with its rabbit ear antenna. Wrestling became a rare treat, a luxury she savored whenever she could. The arrival of cable television in 1989, after a neighborhood lawsuit, opened up new possibilities, but women's wrestling remained a rare gem. Her exposure was limited to wrestling magazines at grocery stores, where she eagerly flipped through pages to catch glimpses of her favorite wrestlers.

Vanessa in 2009, a time she struggled with her identity

As Vanessa grew older, she grappled with her identity. Her fascination with women's clothing and femininity clashed with her parents' conservative beliefs. Dressing up in glamorous dresses and frilly gowns as a child was initially seen as cute but quickly became unacceptable. Vanessa learned to hide her true self, living a lie and harboring resentment towards her situation. The Sears and JCPenney catalogs that arrived in the mail became both a source of excitement and depression, as she dreamt of a future where she could wear those outfits openly.

Vanessa with Melody Trouble Vixen MTV & Roxy Astor

Amidst these personal struggles, the debut of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling (GLOW) offered Vanessa a ray of hope. The all-women wrestling program became a symbol of empowerment and a connection to a community that celebrated strong, fierce women. GLOW represented more than just entertainment; it was a lifeline for Vanessa, offering a sense of belonging and identity.

When asked what does G.L.O.W. mean to her, Vanessa's answer: Everything!

For Vanessa, GLOW is not just a wrestling show—it's a testament to resilience and self-discovery. It represents a world where she can embrace her true self, free from judgment and societal constraints. Through the highs and lows of her journey, GLOW has been a constant source of inspiration, reminding her that she is not alone. The friendships forged on those cruises, including ours, are a testament to the power of community and the indomitable spirit of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

Tina Ferarri, Vanessa, Sunny, me, Ashley Cartier & Natalia in Cozumel

As we celebrate these incredible memories, I invite you to share your own stories and experiences of G.L.O.W. Whether you met any of the wrestlers in person, watched their mesmerizing performances, or were inspired by their strength and charisma, I would love to hear from you. Feel free to leave comments and share your memories of GLOW. Let's honor these incredible women, crew and fans together! If you feel inspired to support our efforts in keeping the spirit of G.L.O.W. alive, your contributions in any form are greatly appreciated. Every little bit helps me continue sharing these stories and celebrating the legacy of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling. Thank you for being a part of this wonderful community!

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From Freaks to She Freak: Strange Carny Films

In nearly 50 years, I’ve probably watched over 7,000 movies—and no, I’m not counting. But there’s a fascination that’s been with me just as long: carnivals. While I’ve never been truly “With It” (as the insiders say), I almost was. And even though I never fully stepped into that world, I’ll forever be “For It.”

That love for carnivals and my obsession with movies collided years ago when my friend Stig and I stumbled upon a VHS tape in one of his Gran’s old trailers that had recently been vacated. It was simply labeled FREAKS. We were already fascinated—maybe a little morbidly—with the deformities we’d seen at fairs, so naturally, we had to watch it.

FREAKS is a 1932 classic directed by Tod Browning, the same genius behind Dracula. It’s raw, unsettling and unforgettable. Watching it was like peeking behind the curtain of a world both fascinating and terrifying. The film was banned in many countries for its controversial content, but it painted an authentic picture of carnival life in the early 20th century—gritty, chaotic and utterly captivating.
Not long after, I found a softer antidote to FREAKS: the 1933 version of State Fair, starring Will Rogers. Shot on location at the Iowa State Fair, it was warm and vibrant, capturing the charm of fair life without the darker undertones.

Years later, I came across another film that brought me back to FREAKS: She Freak. At first, I didn’t realize it was essentially a 1967 reimagining of Browning’s masterpiece. Where FREAKS was moody and black-and-white, She Freak was drenched in vivid color, set against the lively backdrop of a 1960s carnival. It borrowed only the climactic ending, where the “human oddities” exact their revenge on the lead antagonist.

The story follows Jade Cochran, a cynical waitress who joins a traveling carnival to escape her dead-end life. She marries the wealthy owner of the freakshow but mistreats her fellow carnies, setting the stage for their brutal revenge. In the end, Jade is transformed into the grotesque “Snake Woman,” a chilling exhibit in the freakshow she once scorned.

Unlike FREAKS, which featured real sideshow performers like Johnny Eck (the Half Man) and the Doll Family, She Freak had to rely on makeup and costumes. By the 1960s, California laws prohibited the commercial exhibition of human deformities, making it nearly impossible to cast real “freaks.” Felix Silla, an experienced actor, was the only true sideshow performer in the cast.

The film was shot on a modest $75,000 budget, with much of the filming taking place on the midways of West Coast Shows, the largest carnival touring the Pacific states at the time. Bobby Cohn, the owner, allowed the crew to film during the 1966 fair season, providing a beautifully framed sideshow complete with freshly painted ticket boxes and a stunning 140-foot double-deck banner line.

Director Byron Mabe and the crew captured some of the magic of the carnival with handheld 35mm cameras, filming thrilling scenes on rides like the Octopus and even documenting the teardown process late into the night. These shots became the opening credits, perfectly conveying the timeless allure of the midway.

She Freak premiered on May 3, 1967, in Minneapolis and St. Paul, before debuting in Los Angeles on Friday the 13th of October that same year. Critics like Kevin Thomas of the Los Angeles Times praised its colorful carnival backdrop and authentic atmosphere, calling it “a surprisingly good little picture.”
For me, FREAKS and She Freak represent two sides of the same coin. One is raw and haunting, the other campy and colorful, but both capture the magic and mystery of carnival life in their own way.

What About You? Do you have a favorite carnival movie or a memory tied to the midway? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments. Let’s keep the conversation going—your stories and insights mean the world to me. And if this post brought a smile or sparked a memory, your support helps keep these stories alive. Every little bit makes a difference and I’m endlessly grateful for your kindness. 💛

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A Royal Read Worth Bowing To: My Journey Through The Rules of Royalty by Cale Dietrich

Sometimes a book comes along that sweeps you off your feet in the most delightful, unexpected way. For me, that book was The Rules of Royalty by Cale Dietrich. As someone who works with books and loves to read, I usually stick to advanced reader copies—but this time was different. The story sounded so irresistible that I actually bought it when I came across it while shelving a shipment at work just a few days ago. And wow, what a decision! Within 48 hours of cracking it open, I had completely devoured this gem. Safe to say, I fell head over heels for both Prince Erik and Jamie—and trust me, you'll want to as well.

Picture this: a regular American teen discovers he’s not so regular after all. Jamie Johnson is the heir to the throne of Mitanor, a sunny and dazzling European kingdom. Naturally, his life is flipped upside down when he’s invited to his father’s summer palace to embrace his newfound royal roots. But that’s not all—Jamie finds himself under the wing of Erik Von Rosenborg, the dashing and duty-bound spare prince of a neighboring kingdom. Tasked with teaching Jamie the "rules of royalty," Erik soon finds himself wrestling with feelings far deeper than he'd anticipated.

This isn’t just a story about royal palaces, regal traditions, and fancy etiquette—though it delivers on those fronts too. At its heart, The Rules of Royalty is a beautifully crafted tale of identity, self-discovery and the kind of love that makes you rethink everything. Erik and Jamie’s chemistry is electric and their journey is a reminder that even under the weight of crowns, the human heart craves connection.

What truly sets this book apart are its characters. Jamie is relatable, awkward in the best way and full of heart. Erik, meanwhile, brings depth, charm and a vulnerability that’s impossible not to love. Watching them navigate the complexities of their roles and feelings was such a joy. They’re the kind of characters who stick with you long after the last page. Here’s one of my favorite (non-spoiler!) lines from the book: "Sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t choosing between right and wrong—it’s choosing between what’s expected and what feels true." Moments like these made me pause and reflect, which I think is the hallmark of truly great storytelling.

For those unfamiliar with Cale Dietrich, let me just say—this isn’t his first literary rodeo. Dietrich has a knack for creating meaningful, queer narratives that tug at your heartstrings. His other works, including The Love Interest and If This Gets Out (co-written with Sophie Gonzales), have garnered acclaim for their authentic voices and compelling plots. Based in Brisbane, Dietrich continues to wow readers with stories that balance humor, heart, and just the right amount of drama.

Don’t just take my word for it—here’s what others have been saying:
Kirkus Reviews called it “a sweet romance filled with healthy relationships and honest discourse.”
The Book Ishelf described the book as a “fresh perspective on familiar tropes” with “authentic character development.”
Between the Shelves compared it to a queer retelling of The Princess Diaries—and honestly, they’re spot on.

If you’re curious, here’s how the publisher sums it up: "Two princes from neighboring countries fall into a whirlwind royal romance in this sparkling spin on The Princess Diaries by Cale Dietrich. At a magnificent summer palace, Erik guides Jamie through the intricacies of royal etiquette, politics, and history. What neither prince anticipates is the connection that sparks between them—one that challenges both of their futures."

I can’t recommend The Rules of Royalty enough. Whether you’re into royal romances, queer love stories, or tales of self-discovery, this book delivers in spades. It’s heartfelt, funny, and unputdownable. Cale Dietrich has truly outdone himself with this one. So, have you read The Rules of Royalty? What did you think? I'd love to hear your thoughts in the comments below! And if you enjoyed this post and want to keep my reading list growing, feel free to show some love—every bit of support is hugely appreciated. Happy reading, friends. Until next time!

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When Friendship Collides with Politics: A Personal Reflection

Let me take you back to a moment that left me both baffled and reflective. It all started with a Facebook status update—a simple post that spiraled into something much bigger.

“You are dumb and I am tired of your nonsense.”

That’s what he wrote. A status update aimed squarely at me after I dared to challenge his political views with what I thought were valid, well-reasoned points. This wasn’t just anyone; this was someone I grew up with, someone I never imagined would fall into the trap of blind faith and wishful thinking when it came to politics.

We grew up in a community that was, let’s be honest, a breeding ground for bigotry. It was a place where self-proclaimed Christians wielded their values like weapons, shaming anyone who didn’t conform. Somehow, he became part of that crowd—a crowd I never thought he’d join.

I don’t usually talk about politics or religion because, let’s face it, it’s tacky. But I will always speak up when I see people being taken advantage of or when I sense something isn’t right. That’s just who I am.

The whole thing started when a mutual friend posted about losing a government benefit she and her hardworking husband relied on—not welfare, just to be clear. When this guy, my childhood friend, chimed in with an insult, I couldn’t stay silent. My comment must’ve struck a nerve because instead of engaging in a civil discussion, he resorted to personal attacks. He called me a “lefty” and a “snowflake,” then unfriended me.

But he didn’t stop there. He posted that infamous status—“You are dumb and I am tired of your nonsense”—knowing I wouldn’t see it. Mutual friends, however, made sure I did by sending me screenshots. The irony? His defensive, cowardly behavior seemed like the very definition of “snowflake.”

What hurt (though not really) the most wasn’t the political disagreement; it was the personal attack. This man knew my history—the abuse I endured as a child, the circumstances that led me to hustling as a teenager just to survive. Yet, he weaponized that knowledge against me, using it to demean me when I shared a personal story about Lindsey Graham from 30 years ago.

Back then, hustling wasn’t a choice; it was survival. While I eventually found success, it wasn’t something I would’ve done for fun—not at first, anyway. For him to twist that part of my life into an insult was a low blow I didn’t see coming.

This man embodies the values of an archetypal MAGA supporter. When faced with questions or challenges, he deflects, making the other person seem unreasonable. It’s frustrating, but it’s also somehow fascinating.

I’ve done some digging into the psychology behind unwavering Tr*mp support, and here’s what I’ve found:

1. Narrative Resonance: Tr*mp tells stories that resonate with people’s identities, even if they’re not entirely factual.

2. Cognitive Dissonance: Supporters often dismiss accusations against him to avoid the discomfort of conflicting beliefs.

3. Distrust in Institutions: By undermining mainstream media and science, Tr*mp has fostered a reliance on alternative narratives.

4. Emotional Connection: His emotional, rather than logical, communication style creates a strong bond with his base.

5. Group Identity: Supporting Tr*mp becomes part of one’s social identity, making it hard to break away.

This experience taught me a lot about the fragility of friendships and the power of deeply held beliefs. It’s easy to feel hurt and betrayed, but it’s also a reminder of the importance of standing by your values, even when it’s uncomfortable. Now, I’d love to hear from you. Have you ever had a friendship tested by politics or differing beliefs? How did you handle it? Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d genuinely love to connect and learn from your experiences.

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The Rhythm of the Night: Reliving the Eurodance Magic with Corona

My first acquaintance with Eurodance music was when I was in New York City in the early 1990s. I instantly became a huge fan. I love disco and dance music, and to this day, despite the genre's decline at the end of the nineties, I remain a devoted fan of Eurodance as well as all dance music. One of the most memorable moments was hearing Corona's smash hit "The Rhythm of the Night" on the radio and in dance clubs. I was blown away! These tracks are some of the best dance anthems ever, alongside other Corona immortals like "Baby Baby" and "Try Me Out." The album also includes some fantastic tracks that were never released as singles. If you grew up in the nineties and remember the dance music of that era, this album is essential for your collection. It allows you to reminisce about those wonderful times and embrace the super positive energy that only Eurodance music can generate.

Corona's "The Rhythm of the Night" album, released in 1995, became an instant sensation. The album features what the producers wanted you to think were Olga De Souza's powerful vocals, bringing life to a collection of hedonistic dance tracks, more on that later.

Music Week gave the album 4 out of 5 stars, praising the title track and the follow-up single "Baby Baby," calling it a superior dance album. NME rated the album 8 out of 10, highlighting the Spagna Brothers and their collaborator F Bontempi's contribution to the collection of belting dance beats. The album is filled with energetic and danceable tunes, making it a must-have for Eurodance fans. Pop Rescue emphasized the infectious energy of the album, praising tracks like "Try Me Out" and "I Gotta Keep Dancin'." The review noted that the album is perfect for a dance party. Rate Your Music featured mixed reviews. While some users praised the 90s dance classics "Baby Baby" and "The Rhythm of the Night," others felt that the rest of the album didn't live up to the same standard. The repetitive bass beat pattern and cheesy lyrics were points of criticism. Album of The Year highlighted the nostalgic and uplifting nature of the album. Some users expressed a deep emotional connection to the title track, describing it as a song that brings joy and excitement.

Corona, led by the Brazilian model/singer Olga De Souza, became synonymous with Eurodance in the 90s. Interestingly, the actual vocals for "The Rhythm of the Night" were performed by Italian singer Giovanna Bersola (better known as Jenny B). The rest of the tracks were actually sung by Welsh Singer, Sandy Chambers. Olga De Souza served as the face of the group, appearing in music videos and performances, adding to the visual appeal of the act. The album was produced by Francesco Bontempi, also known as Lee Marrow, and the Spagna Brothers. Their collaboration resulted in a collection of tracks that are both energetic and infectious. The recording process of "The Rhythm of the Night" album involved top-notch producers and musicians. The album features a blend of synthesizers, drum machines, and electronic beats, creating a sound that was contemporary and timeless. The use of distinctive instruments and production 

The standout tracks on the album include "The Rhythm of the Night," "Try Me Out," and "I Don't Wanna Be a Star." Each song showcases the infectious energy and catchy melodies that define Eurodance music. One notable cover version on the album is "Baby Baby," which to any fans of the song, THIS is the definitive version of the song, reimagined, adding a fresh twist.

Hearing "The Rhythm of the Night" and "Baby Baby" for the first time in New York City was a game-changer for me. These songs captured my heart and further fueled my love for Eurodance music. I still believe they are some of the best dance tracks ever created. The album's super positive energy and nostalgic vibe make it a timeless classic.

"The Rhythm of the Night" by Corona is an album that continues to bring joy and excitement to fans worldwide. I'd love to hear your thoughts and memories about this album in the comments below. And if you feel inspired, any contributions or gifts are always appreciated but never expected. Let's celebrate this timeless classic together.

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The Wraiths of Wilton Castle: Haunting Echoes of a Forgotten Era

Gather 'round, dear readers, and let me take you on a spine-tingling journey to the fire-scarred ruins of Wilton Castle in southeastern Ireland. Nestled among the rolling hills, this once-stately home of the Alcock family now stands as a haunting reminder of the past. If local legends are to be believed, the castle walls harbor more than just memories—they're home to a fair share of restless spirits. So, grab a cozy blanket, dim the lights, and prepare to be captivated by tales of ghostly apparitions and eerie encounters that will send shivers down your spine.

Looming above the landscape of southeastern Ireland, only the charred remains of once-stately Wilton Castle stand as a testament to its grand past. Until it was ravaged by flames in the early 1920s, this sprawling structure was home to generations of the Alcock family, prominent figures in the region since the early seventeenth century. But even in ruin, Wilton Castle continues to harbor secrets and spirits that refuse to fade into history.

One of the most chilling stories recounts the strange lights that sometimes flicker in the remnants of a castle tower. Local legend has it that an old woman, a one-time actress, met a fiery end in that very spot. On certain nights, her spectral presence is said to illuminate the tower, casting an eerie glow that draws the curious and the brave.

Another spine-tingling tale tells of Harry Alcock, a beloved family member who tragically died in 1840. Each year, on the anniversary of his death, his shade is seen driving slowly away from the castle in a ghostly carriage. In the past, crowds would gather in anticipation of the event, and a local shoemaker even claimed to have had a conversation with the phantom, his voice echoing from beyond the grave.
But perhaps the strangest and most unsettling tale is that of Archibald Jacob, a neighbor with a dark past. As a magistrate and captain of a local militia company during the rebellion against Britain in 1798, Jacob was notorious for flogging and torturing many in the parish. One fateful evening in 1836, while returning home from a ball at Wilton Castle, Jacob met his end in a mysterious fall from his horse. For years afterward, his ghost was said to haunt both the scene of his death and the castle itself. On one eerie occasion, a Catholic priest was summoned to conduct an exorcism. As he made the sign of the cross, the ghost of Archibald Jacob allegedly appeared in the fireplace before vanishing in a cloud of smoke.

These haunting tales are just a few of the ghostly encounters that have been passed down through generations, each one adding to the mystique of Wilton Castle. The castle's fire-scarred walls may stand as silent witnesses to the past, but the spirits within are far from quiet.

As we close the chapter on the eerie tales of Wilton Castle, one can't help but wonder if the spirits still linger, bound by the echoes of their tragic past. Whether you believe in ghosts or not, these stories invite us to explore the mysteries that lie beyond our understanding. If you've enjoyed this chilling journey through time, I invite you to share your thoughts and experiences in the comments below. And if you'd like to support more spine-tingling tales, consider sharing a token of appreciation. Until next time, stay curious and keep your eyes open—you never know what might be lurking in the shadows.👻

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The Great Rocking Chair Caper: A Donald Chronicles Story

Family. It's a bond thicker than blood, right? Well, sometimes, in families like mine, it's a bond thicker than… well, let's just say it's complicated. The stories that have been passed down through the generations, whispered in hushed tones and roared with laughter, are the real treasures. And this one, a tale of audacious shenanigans and suburban surprise, is a perfect example. I've heard it from so many relatives and the key players have confirmed its truth. It's a story so good, some have even suggested I include it in my book. While I'm not sure it fits there, it definitely deserves a place here, in the annals of "The Donald Chronicles."

Back in the 70s and 80s, my daddy's side of the family, particularly those descended from my great-Aunt Velma, were known for their… let's call it "spirited" nature. My Granny, bless her heart, used to warn everyone whenever Velma and her crew were coming over: "Watch them like hawks! They'll rob you blind!" I have a mountain of stories about their escapades, but this one, the inaugural tale of "The Donald Chronicles," is a true gem.

My Aunt Beverly, a vision of elegance and grace, was a hairdresser with a keen eye for beauty, both personal and domestic. She kept herself impeccably put together, and her homes were always a reflection of her refined taste. After a stint in a trailer behind my Granny's house on East Drive, she, my Uncle Gene, and their sons, Brian and Darin, finally settled into a lovely, quiet neighborhood in Mobile, Alabama. They were just getting settled into their new home when, wouldn't you know it, word reached the ears of Velma's daughter, Sissy.

One fateful day, Beverly answered her doorbell to find Sissy, a grown woman, standing on her porch, ready to make a deal. Sissy, with a tale of hard times and a proposition too good to refuse, offered Beverly a "perfect" set beautiful rocking chairs. The chairs would look amazing on her new front porch, Sissy insisted, and the price was unbelievably low. Beverly, charmed by the offer and perhaps a touch of familial loyalty, agreed. Sissy and I think my cousins Micha, Aimee, and Tyre (pronounced Ty-Ree) – promptly unloaded the furniture from their beat-up pickup truck and arranged it in Beverly's yard. Beverly, delighted with her new acquisition, couldn't have been happier.

A week later, a knock at the door brought a different kind of surprise. It was a neighbor, looking rather… perplexed. They explained that their rocking chairs had mysteriously vanished the previous week, and, well, the furniture on Beverly's porch looked suspiciously familiar. As Beverly recounted her recent purchase from her "family," the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. The realization dawned on Beverly: she had been unwittingly enjoying her neighbor's rocking chairs, courtesy of a brazen daylight heist orchestrated by our own relatives. Beverly, being the honest and kind hearted person that she is gave back the chairs, deeply apologizing for the embarrassing situation that was not fault of her own.

The story, as it's been told and retold, always ends with a hearty laugh. It's a testament to the colorful characters in my family and the unexpected twists and turns life can take. It also makes you think about the things we value, the stories we tell, and the connections that bind us, even when those connections are a little… unconventional.

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