Wednesday
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
The quote "I'm not Irish, I'm not Catholic, and nobody ever kisses me anyway." was a slightly longer version of something I traditionally wrote on a piece of masking tape and stuck to my shirt on St. Pat's. (I usually left out the Catholic part.) It got me a lot of kisses. :)
Maggie (the one who stumbled across a dead body with her mom) gave me the four-leaf clover she found on the lawn, which was awfully nice of her. You can also see her figuring out how to read and write my secret alphabet on this page. And mentioning that she was moving to Sheboygan, Wisconsin after school ended.
I liked Maggie a lot. She was very petite and looked about 11, and as a result wasn't taken very seriously by a lot of people, but she was quite sensitive and intelligent. And you could tell she was going to be beautiful, and always look younger than she was. (I knew her mom from Yvette's, and her mom's looks backed up that theory.) I've always wondered whatever became of her.
Note the "Damn, foiled again!" Clock's still up.
Thursday
And the next day, success! The clock was ours! I ended up being the one who took it home. Its cord had been cut short so it could be hardwired into the school's electrical system, so I bought a new cord at Ace and put it on. It hung in my room and various college dorms and apartments, but developed a bad gear that made it lose track of time rather quickly. It's now in a box somewhere in the basement, waiting for repair.
You may recall that Joey Buttafuoco and Amy Fischer were in the news a lot in 1992 and 1993. That's all I have to say about that.
Waco was also in the news a lot; the siege of the Branch Davidians started February 28. So the RevCo/WaCo joke-type-thing was topical at the time. (Side note: When I arrived at Ohio State in the fall, I was surprised to find a drugstore called Revco just off campus. I could never shake the idea of an industrial band running a pharmacy.)
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