If it’s not one thing, it’s my mother

Hours before she met my father at a dance in 1966, my mom had bought a tube of white opaque lipstick.  I guess this was the second biggest event for her that day and worth remembering 44+ years later.  I imagine she and Debbie were listening to Leslie Gore as they drove around Medford looking for the perfect white. (My dad was probably doing some kind of physical labor [now extinct] while singing along to this)

3 Responses to “If it’s not one thing, it’s my mother”

  1. amynorad Says:

    I love you, Jess Hale. This is funtastic to the max.

  2. admin Says:

    Thank you Amy!

  3. Eric Says:

    Jess, I think the songs you chose made the image complete.

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