Big, Bad World
I was just browsing through an old journal and read something that made me crack up, a little anecdote I'd completely forgotten about. I guess that's one thing journals are good for.
Talked to Mom today ... she reminded me of something that made me laugh till I cried - we were driving down Rush St. (slightly seedy street with clubs and bars in Chicago) when I was six or seven and had just learned to read.
From a sign I read aloud with delight: "The Candy Store"!
And then, in total puzzlement, "Live nude dancers?"