Still Crazy After All These Years
What were you doing on October 25, 1988? Ahh, this hippie chick remembers it well.
After morning classes, I campaigned for a young lawyer running for State House of Representatives. A welcome break from crashing fraternity parties where I'd find an empty office and type anti-apartheid editorials. I had just met the aforementioned lawyer who convinced me community issues were just as important and politics in this town shouldn’t be a members-only event. I signed on immediately with frat boy recruits. We ran the phone banks and enjoyed our empowerment.
Later that night, I had a date with Future Husband. Our first date, actually. Halloween 4 and ice cream afterward. I played a hard-to-get routine that lasted five years. Maybe longer. I looked away rather than laugh, blew off earth-shattering kisses and pretended his smile wasn’t the best I’d ever seen. To his credit, he didn’t run away.
Future Husband: You should be an actress.
Katie: I am an actress; I just don’t have an audience.
FT: You have one now.
He wasn’t kidding. And not a bad line for a cocky, twenty year-old who had just met his match.
Fast forward to tonight. I am home writing anti-establishment editorials and preparing to help that same lawyer campaign for governor. Husband is listening to my rough drafts on a cell phone while driving relatives away from downed power lines and a hurricane-ravaged town. No champagne or remembering the good old days for us. Not tonight anyway.
Work to be done and all.
posted by kate @ 7:53 PM
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6 Comments:
10-25-88, a day I'll never forget. We painted and played duck-duck-goose in Mrs. Murphy's kindergarten class.
Nice blog Catherine. I have twis also (identicle 3-year old girls) They do give you a run for your money... but are a joy none-the-less. Oct 25 1988...I was 15 and in High School...yuck is all I can say.
Check out my blogs, I have some postings on the wonders of being a father of twins and also on the current state of politics in this country. Keep up the good work!
Okay, bob, it's official - you are my new favorite friend.
Way to make a sista feel old...
Just joking; I wasn't in kindergarten in 1988. I was a senior in high school and in the fall of 1988 I went on my first date with my wife-to-be (I don't know the exact date, shame on me.) We went to the movies to see U2: Rattle and Hum. I didn't have any smooth lines like Mr. Robinson but things still worked out pretty good. : )
Hello Catherine! First, let me say thanks for your posts over at the conservative blog you visit on occasion - your views are always appreciated (hard not to put in a shameful plug here). Second, I love your pics - the 80's look, what a great time to be young. Lastly, in 88, just to go along with the theme that seems to be taking place in this post, I was a young, DEMOCRATIC, sailor serving this great country.
It's still a great country.
Mr. H
yeeee....is that tie dye?
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