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It won’t take long.

And you are already here.

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I think it was 1976…

Kean College, New Jersey.

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I told my parents I was at a sleepover with my girlfriend, but we really hitched a ride with her older brother who had extra tickets.

Bruce… and The E Street Band.

The Born To Run tour.

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It was early days and Bruce was just starting to make a name for himself. The venue was small but Clarence was in fine form and I loved every minute of it. (Having a crush on my friend’s older brother may or may not have had something to do with my enthusiasm.) It was a short concert by today’s standards… but I’m a Jersey girl born and bred.

It was epic to a 13 year old.

And it’s still my favorite Bruce Springsteen album. Thunder Road. Jungleland. Tenth Avenue Freeze-out….

It doesn’t get better than that.

How about you? Share your first concert experience with us…

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This one will be fun.

I promise!

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I love it.

This one is right in my wheelhouse.

I’ll start….

Wind In The Pillows. (as someone married to a baked bean lover I am well acquainted with this phenomenon)

Rodeo and Juliet. (ride ‘em cowboy takes on a whole new meaning here)

Gone With The Wine. (wine, it’s always gone too soon)

Lord Of The Pies. (if there’s a lady of the pies, I humbly volunteer)

Of Lice And Men. (eww, but I had to)

The Lizard Of Oz. ( I think that’s Jim Morrison)

To Pill A Mockingbird. (I’ve pilled cats, can’t imagine birds are any easier)

A Tale Of Two Titties. ( sorry, I couldn’t resist)

The Old Man And The Pee. ( if you know, you know)

Little Souse On The Prairie (if I lived on the prairie back then I’d be soused too)

Silence of the Hams. (with pineapple and brown sugar please)

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I could keep going, but I’ll leave some for you.

Dazzle me!

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You know you want to.

If you’re like me you’ve held multiple jobs in your life. Some you liked, some you hated.

So let’s have some fun by picking a profession from this 1881 list.

What would you have been doing?

Choose and defend.

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I’m going with turnip shepherd. There’s got to be a lot of down time with this career. Turnips aren’t well known for straying… so I’m imaging myself kicked back under a shade tree tending my flock with a good book and a pitcher of margaritas.

How about you…

How would you be earning a living in 1881?

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Because my vacation series is finally over.

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I have to be honest and say this question stumped me. While I know most children cycle through dreams of being a fireman or an astronaut or an actress or a professional sports star… I can’t remember ever wanting to be anything.

I loved dinosaurs when I was a kid… ( still do) but I never dreamt of being a paleontologist.

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I loved taking pictures as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being a photographer.

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I loved to read as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being an editor.

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I guess I never set myself for up disappointment by dreaming of a career. I’ve had multiple jobs in my life, but I married young and thankfully never had to work.

How about you?

What did your childhood self dream of being…

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Because it’s better than whatever else you’re doing right now.

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That’s easy.

I’m a constant straightener.

You get up from the couch? I’m straightening the pillows.

You get up from the table? I’m straightening the placemats.

You leave work on the desk? I’m straightening the papers.

You turn off a lamp? I’m straightening the shade.

I straighten books on the shelves, paintings on the wall, knick knacks on the table, towels in the bathroom. If it’s there, I’m straightening it… which I can imagine, would quickly become annoying.

How about you?

What’s going to annoy your roommate …

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Yes, it’s a new year.

And yes, we’re still doing this…

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I must have been 3 1/2 because I was born in December and started nursery school early.

I remember all the children had to bring in something to sleep on for nap time. And while the other kids were given a pillow or blanket from home…my mother, being the uber mom she was…. went to FAO Schwartz and purchased a fantastically plush Humpty Dumpty egg shaped rug. It was perfect and I loved it.

I have vague memories of the other children being jealous and trying to take it from me on repeated occasions. Being a shy child, they often succeeded which resulted in my tear stained face and the teacher asking my mother to give me something less grand and envy provoking.

Which now that I think about it was a pretty lousy lesson. How about teaching my thieving little classmates to respect other people’s property instead.

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Now you….

What’s your earliest memory?

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