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…and over the years I bought (and received) a lot of them.
If I bought one for myself, I’d write where/when I got it on the bottom.
If it was given to me as a gift, I’d write the year and name of the person who gave it to me on the bottom.
But after sitting in a box in my dad’s basement for years, I finally donated all of them to Milwaukee’s ReStore, which raises money for Milwaukee’s Habitat for Humanity program.
So if you’re in the market for some old snow globes, get down there ASAP.
No mo’ sno’ glo’,
…and I was 17 years old.
We all rode the yellow bus to school together and were thick as thieves.
Last week, we shared beers together before one of us moved to Germany for work. We’re all fathers now. One of us will even be a grandfather by year’s end.
Where did the last 22 years go?
Great hanging, fellas. Let’s do it again soon. Or at least sooner than 22 years from now because, you know… we’ll all be in our sixties.
Jesus Christ. That’s terrifying.
The Cheese Gang,
…because, you know, what kid didn’t?
Beth and I would throw them out the windows of our dad’s red Ford Escort—on the sly, of course (or so we thought)—whenever he’d pass by someone walking down the street.
At first, it made him nuts. He’d yell, “Don’t do that! You’re gonna get in trouble!” But one day, for some unknown reason, his opinion of our admittedly childish antics made an abrupt and unexpected 180-degree turn.
We were driving east on Morgan Avenue in Milwaukee and, as we approached the top of a small hill, he turned to Beth and I in the backseat and said, “There are two kids riding bikes coming up. Get ’em.”
Beth and I looked at each other and smiled. He didn’t have to tell us twice. We each chucked a bang snap out the window as we passed. As we drove on we heard one of the kids yell to the other kid, “Hold up! I think I just popped a tire!”
A couple weeks ago, Beth and my dad spent a night at our place. They were headed to London together the next day, and before their trip they decided to stop at a CVS and stock up on snacks for their long flight.
When my dad walked out of the store he handed me this:
I’ll be driving with my windows down this summer, that’s for sure.
39 going on 9,
…but something tells me they still haven’t worked out all of the bugs on the mobile version of their site.
I’d actually go see those bands,
We had both just entered the sixth grade at Jackie Robinson Middle School in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. At the time, Matt was eleven years old. I was ten.
We then both went on to attend Riverside University High School on the city’s east side. The last time we saw each other was at graduation in June 1994.
Two weeks ago, we got sushi together.
Matt turns 40 next week. That same fate awaits me this September.
Here’s hoping we don’t wait another 22 years before we hang out again.
Kicking it really old school,
This one, too.
Thanks to Beth for the photos,
…I know you’ve been gone awhile now, but I just found your matchbook.
Someone should reopen it,
Now I want a Fresca,