A Girl named Moe
wow, a blog...I'm actually copycatting an old, dear friend as I've recently visited her blog and seems like a great creative outlet...so we shall see. Nothing too interesting, observations, rants, dust bunnies of information.
I guess what caught my eye today, like so many people is the mystery of "deep throat" being solved. It took me back to the summer of 1974 when I was a little girl and my mom drug the TV out to the patio of our new house to watch the Watergate hearings on TV while my sisters and I ran through the sprinklers. My mom had a drink and a cigarette, and a bright blue and hot pink Pucci inspired bathing suit. The key observation I remember my mom sharing was "Nixon's a jackass" ! My father disagreed, but...I just remember drinking out of the garden hose doing summersaults across the lawn and the thrill of my Dad installing our swingset.
Ahh youth! Ahh the '70s
I guess what caught my eye today, like so many people is the mystery of "deep throat" being solved. It took me back to the summer of 1974 when I was a little girl and my mom drug the TV out to the patio of our new house to watch the Watergate hearings on TV while my sisters and I ran through the sprinklers. My mom had a drink and a cigarette, and a bright blue and hot pink Pucci inspired bathing suit. The key observation I remember my mom sharing was "Nixon's a jackass" ! My father disagreed, but...I just remember drinking out of the garden hose doing summersaults across the lawn and the thrill of my Dad installing our swingset.
Ahh youth! Ahh the '70s
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1:17 PM
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Hello Moe,
welcome to the blogosphere (some time back now, just found you via Diana via Lioness).
I was in grade 9 as the Watergate opened, our history teacher suspended courses and set up the TV. We watched John Dean prove that the president was a liar and a cheat: live history in the making.
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