photo phriday

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Photo Phriday: Dude Your Mom Is Hot

This is Mary Lynn circa 1966. She alone bore NotSoDeepSouth into this world and while looking into this image, so ripe with promise and innocence, who could hold that fact against her? (Shut up: it’s not entirely her fault I’m so damaged)

Reviewing 1966 in The Googles, I see that it wasn’t all smiles and eyebrows. Vietnam, IRA bombings, Communism (not the fruit growing, hemp loving, feminist bookstore frequenting kind, the other kind), The Beach Boys, Bob Dylan, Fidel Castro – the list could go on forever.

In that other age of turmoil, upset and unrest it warms my heart to see that Mary Lynn, the lady I call Momma, had it together – at least she appears to have it together in this photograph. She will forever be smiling into the distant unknowable future with that soft glow of goodness we know as yesteryear. Continue reading

Photo Phriday: Gee Willickers!

I’m out of town and a little bird told me that an emergency Photo Phriday was needed, so here I am! As you know, PP with AW is like one big game of Scattergories. Last time I asked you show me something that starts with the letter C. Well, today, I ask you show me something that starts with the letter G! Here’s a G Train Service Train sign to getcha started. Gee, this is gonna be fun! Continue reading

Photo Phriday: Show your College Spirit

Two Photo Phridays in one week, isn’t this special. For this spirited occasion, I want to see your school spirit. Show how much you care for your college. If you didn’t attend one of those overpriced degree factories, show us what school you hold dear.

I’ll start with three:

Yuck Fale. The first one is the back of a t-shirt our student government commissioned to honor the Princeton v. Yale game my sophomore year. The design is a Yale Bulldog being roasted over a fire. We have a little tradition at Ole Nassau that if we beat Harvard and Yale in the same year we celebrate with a bonfire. It had been well over a decade since our last bonfire, we were hungry and all knew 2006 would be the year. Our football team was on a rampage – by the Yale game, they were 7-1 and had edged out previously undefeated Harvard a few weeks earlier.

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