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The Griswolds are Hitting the Road Again. The Destination? San Francisco.

Dear ODNT-ville,

This post is short and sweet.

My family is headed to San Francisco and I was thinking of keeping a little online journal here for posterity and, if I play my cards right, your enjoyment.

(1) Wanna follow along?

(2) Have any travel tips, advice, recommendations, complimentary passes, or traveler’s checks you want to share with me?

(3) Promise not to rob my house or be any part of such villainy while I’m gone? It’s tacky, it’s in bad form and it’s entirely possible you’ll get mauled by the bloodthirsty biker gang I have housesitting for me.


Or at least by Milo

If you agree to these terms, please ‘like’ or comment below. I’ll be as “consistent” with my journaling as possible.

Wish me luck,



An Ode to 1983

Here’s my goofy, little entry for this week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge. I often go with the first idea that pops into my head.  This was one of those times.

RULES: All entries must be between 33 and 333 words and need to include the following word using its third definition:

clean (adjective)

1: free from dirt or pollution
2: unadulterated, pure
3 a : free from moral corruption or sinister connections of any kind <a candidate with a clean record>

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A year in the life of my childhood

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The year was 1983

The times? They were so simple

Cabbage patch dolls everywhere

So hideously-dimpled


Reagan was the president

And Swatch entered the scene

As did jellies, Rubik’s cubes,

And McNuggets as cuisine


My fashion was inspired by

Madonna, Flashdance, Lauper

‘Cause MTV was everywhere

So I looked like a pauper


The music was my favorite

Boom box on every shoulder

From Dexy, Prince or Men at Work

(It so sucks getting older)


For film, we had The Outsiders,

Big Chill and Valley Girl

And Vacation with Chevy Chase

Gave the Griswolds to the world


But I was still a little girl

My parents weren’t mean

They just wanted to be sure

What I saw and heard was clean


Enter Mr. Cosby

And his one-man show ‘Himself’

I must have pulled it fifty times

Off our VHS tape shelf


The jokes, they were all perfect

The dentist chair he faked

I won’t forget the joke about

“Dad gave us chocolate cake!”


Thank you for the memories

Of this, a lifetime chapter

But most of all I thank you, Bill

For all my family’s laughter