BAD MEMORIES
When I was a youngster, my mother would buy all of my clothes for me. I liked to shop about as much then as I do now. In the later years of elementary school, she would bring home trousers marked "Husky". I don't know what brand they were but that really pissed me off. I guess that was the 1950's version of politically correct. I knew what that 'code word' stood for and I hated it. It might have scarred me for life.
RANDOM MUSINGS FROM THE TOP OF THE HILL
10/25/2006
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