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Thursday, August 14, 2008Things to Tell Hairshirt, Junior I'm finding myself periodically taking note of what's going on in the world around me. Which is great, because I normally wander about in a Magoo-like haze of obliviousness. No, I don't, really. What makes this current note-taking different than just general awareness is that I'm doing it specifically so that I can one day tell my son, "Well, when your mom was pregnant with you, we were living in Harlem. I remember it was a hot summer and Mommy was so uncomfortable that she slept in a bathtub filled with Jell-o because it was the only way she could get any rest." (She's not really doing that.) I don't tend to spend days and days thinking about 1970, but I remember being curious, at various points in my life, what things were like both for my parents and for the world in general when I entered it. So I want to make sure I've got my facts straight. "Well, son, before President Obama was elected, there was this guy named George W. Bush." "Is he the president they later found out was actually retarded, Dad?" "Yup. That's him, son."
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