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I was driving down Elm Street at lunch and stopped for the light in front of the courthouse. On the front steps was a girl wearing vintage 1973 sunglasses and a Florence Hendersonesque scarf over her head. And for the minute or so I was stopped there, she kept doing little dance moves--sort of a Steven Tyler-style shimmy. And every few seconds she'd stop and sort of shuffle her feet and look around to see if anyone was watching. Then she'd start back up again. When the light turned green, I yelled, "Work it!!!" She kinda looked at the ground a little and smiled. Hehe, people are funny.

Later I went out to feed the parking meter and sat in the car for a minute to look for something I'd left. This morning, for some reason I'd taken down my fuzzy dice, so I put them back and adjusted them for maximum grace and pizzazz. (sp?!) And sure enough, right then some woman walked by and looked at me askance. Maniac. I'll bet her name was Muffy.

Funny story. My mom's fellow teacher and good friend Ron was sitting with her in the cafeteria years ago and telling a story about someone. Ron described the person as having "grace and pizzazz." But my mom misheard him and kept incredulously repeating what she thought he'd said.

"GREASE up his ass?"

"No, GRACE and PIZZAZZ."

"GREASE up his ass?"

"GRACE and PIZZAZZ."

And that went on for quite a while. I don't how he ever got her to realize what he was really saying. I suspect that Southern accents probably had a lot to do with the whole thing.

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more pizzazz thoughts

Does anyone remember a magazine from the mid-late '70s called Pizzazz? I'm pretty sure it was put out by Marvel Comics and/or Stan Lee. I can't remember what exactly it was, though--if it was about comics, or if it was just a general-interest thing for kids, or what. But I remember It was like 75 cents. I think. Anyway, I can remember I liked it, and one day I rode my bike up to Green Oaks Superette to buy a copy. Or hell, maybe even walked. Anyway, when I got there, I had a whole shitload of change to pay for it, but I'd forgotten to figure in tax. So the guy took what I had and let me have the magazine. And he said I should be sure to bring him back the difference. He was kind of smiling when he said it, but I said OK. And sure enough I went back home, got the few cents, and headed back. On the way back to the store, I passed my friend Evan's house and told him what I was doing. He said I should stay and play army men with him and forget about the money--the guy was probably just kidding. But I went right back and paid the guy, and of course he was surprised to see me. Went back by Evan's house and he had gone back inside. Oh well. I still had my magazine, right?

Wow, that makes me think of comic books. I didn't stay with them like a lot of people, but I loved me some comic books when I was a kid. Or as my Grandmother called them, "funny books." I always hated that term. My favorite was Spider-Man, but I was into Superman and Batman and all that stuff. One comic I wish I still had is a Star Wars one. I'm pretty sure it was the first in the series--don't know how long the series lasted. I left it in the back of the moving truck when we moved across town. I don't even want to know what that one's worth. So yeah, that's my equivalent to the kid's mom throwing away his Mickey Mantle rookie card.

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