Toes on the nose

The mag proofs have been checked, and we've moved onto mellower tasks–watching the Pistons-Cavs game and chilling, too. The context escapes me, but Eric just asked "Small" Michelle if she ever had tape cassettes and she said yes. Then I pointed to the sewn logo on my black-and-white-striped knit shirt and asked her if she recognized it. Nope.





It's shocking to me that kids in their twenties are wearing big glasses, Members Only jackets, and asymmetrical haircuts but don't know about Hang Ten. Maybe I'll wear my terry cloth Lightning Bolt shirt tomorrow...