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Born to a couple social lights,pro football father,and movie star glamorous mother.
We lived in Hollywood,with John Wayne as our neighbor.They drove Cadillac's,drank cocktails,had pool parties and lived the swank life in the 60's,Southern California style.We had maids and attitudes to match.
(the next part is hard to explain without giving away to many details)
Long story short...At the tender age of 7 me ,my mom,sister,our critters(two toy poodles)found our selves living in a Ford Fairlane.My father was,shall I say was on a 9 month vacation courtesy of the State of California.
He returned with renewed enthusiasm and grandiose ideas.We would move to the new land of opportunity and the farthest place away from California.Ready for this ??
Alaska.We packed up a newly stolen 1966 black Coupe de Ville (convertible,no less)big fins and all,and drove and drove and drove.until I thought we were going to fall off the face of the earth. Which in reality we did.
Following me here?
With high style in her mind and no money in her pocket book, my mother set out to dress her girls in the finest Alaskan fashion.Where? No Bullocks,I Magnin? Even if there was we no chance in a frozen hell of affording anything.My glamorous mother shortly found the local ....I can hardly say it. Salvation Army.We soon found ourselves dressing in the finest white rabbit fur coats,warm fuzzy sweaters,clunky boots and leopard clutches.(no shit)
She once found an Alligator handbag and shrieked with excitement..price tag $1.00. She promptly explained "this is a 400. dollar bag at Bullocks" In the car she examined the pristine interior only to find shoved down in the side pocket.... a dollar bill.So this is where my story begins.At that moment I decide,this is not so bad after all.I can dress in the finest Alaskan fashions at a fraction of the Southern Californian prices.I'm in.
