Spice Girls? No

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Handwritten page of a diary dated June 5, 1999

…  she would probably have convulsions if she couldn’t watch ‘The View’ and now that it’s summer, she’s been trying to get me to watch it with her again like she tried last year. At least that blonde girl is gone and a cool Asian girl has taken her place but seriously, why do I want to watch a TV show where everyone is trying to talk at the same time? I get enough of that at the dinner table when Aunt Mary Jane brings over my cousins every single Sunday since the day I was born. Last Sunday Maggie kept asking me if I still liked the Spice Girls and I kept saying no about fifty times and then Aunt Mary Jane tried to pretend she’s cool by saying “Oh, you’re not gettin’ jiggy Wit the Spice Girls any more?”

If there was a contest for the most UNcool family in all of the state of Pennsylvania, then they would win.

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Wallis Simpson was here

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Handwritten page of a diary dated July 5, 1940

… wanted to stay in town to see the fireworks, so we didn’t get to leave for the shore until today. FINALLY I’m here where I belong. I think it’s unfair that some people get to live in towns by the ocean and they could walk here any time they wanted. If they were a senior like I am and can leave school during lunch hour they could just walk over here and eat their sandwich while watching the waves.

But here’s the swellest thing that happened — we didn’t go to Hampton Beach like we usually do. We came to a beach I’ve never been too and one of its names is WALLIS SANDS. Yes Wallis as in the scandalous Duchess of Windsor. I thought she grew up in Pennsylvania or Maryland or somewhere, but maybe she came to this very beach and she was so captivating that the locals named it after her. Maybe she touched one of the very same grains of sand that I’ve touched today!

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Flower child

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Handwritten page of a diary dated June 8, 1998

…  trying to decide whether to go to the reunion because I know they’ll play songs from when we were in high school, and it has been my lifelong goal to never hear the Bee Gees sing ’Stayin’ Alive’ ever ever ever again.

But I keep thinking about Alan McConnell. We went to school together for three years and we were the only ones who didn’t buy into disco. It seemed like we were both trying to keep the peace and love thing alive even though it was flat dead by then. And I always wondered why we weren’t friends (or more). EVERY time I’d see him in the hall, we’d look at each other and I could feel something connecting us, like a red hot live wire of electricity. But I only saw him once outside of school. I was supposed to collect unusual leaves for an art project and I practically bumped into him in the middle of Thompson Park. It was the first time we talked and I still have no idea why it was the ONLY time we talked, since it was the single best conversation I’d had in the first 18 years of my life and it lasted four straight hours and then we planned to meet back there the next Saturday but he didn’t show.

I saw his name is on the list of people who have signed up to go to the reunion so I practically HAVE to go because now I’m not afraid to ask him why we never talked again after that one day. And I WILL find out — even if it means I have to hear ‘Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother you’re stayin alive, stayin alive. Ah ah ah ah stayin aliiiiiiiiive.’

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