February 5th, 2010
Our (my brother Mark and I) goal in life was to be cool and nothing says cool like lounging on a car wearing a shirt from Wal-Mart before your “vacation” to the Huntsville Space and Rocket Center 45 minutes away from your house. Just check out the awkward goodness in this photo:
The Mullet. This was a compromise between my mother and I. She wanted me to have Mary Lou Rhetton hair and I wanted long hair like my classmates. The result? Feather-backed mullet goodness. That’s not a perm!
Blue Mirrored Clip-On Shades. I wore glasses, nice thick black with pink splatter glasses. I loved them but I, again, wanted the cool shades of my peers. Enter the oversized blue, mirrored clip on shades that would make any state trooper jealous. I wanted the ones that flipped up, but they were too expensive.
The Dick Tracy Shirt. Again, in a vain attempt to look cool, hip and in the know, my brother and I desperately wanted a Dick Tracy shirt. I’m pretty sure we had the Nintendo game too. Confession: I’ve never seen Dick Tracy. I just had the shirt.
The Yellow Socks. All the cool kids had colored socks! I always wanted colored socks, but was only allowed white. When we got the Dick Tracy shirt I knew it was my chance!
The Wrist Pouch. My brother was on the go, and by on the go, I mean playing with the tool bench behind us. So what’s a boy to do with no pockets in his red short shorts? Easily wear the 50 cents papaw gave you on your wrist.
(submitted by Kelly)