The Rochester Days, cont.
Pictured above is a historical moment in the year '88 when I had the first considerably older man (who is not my father) give me his credit card.
You may forgive me that at the age of four I was hardly interested in independence and feminism. Plus, having the card in my hand does make me kind of independent, no?
(Actually it's a Viewmaster disc...)
You may forgive me that at the age of four I was hardly interested in independence and feminism. Plus, having the card in my hand does make me kind of independent, no?
(Actually it's a Viewmaster disc...)









You just killed Baby Jesus! :p
My Mom still wears funny clothes!
If I could turn back time... if I could find a way...
Hard to say, I had quite a lot of them. Maybe the cartoon version of Ghostbusters.
Curly invasion!