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Spending this month in my hometown has proven on many levels, you just can't go home again. But a lifelong friendship forged in mediocre sports teams, high schools musicals and wool uniform skirts has proven that you can go to your former religious education teacher's house. My mother has preserved my room with much memorabilia from my glory days. Although this time capsule has been fun to look at, with my father's passing and my mother downsizing, it is time to say good bye. 

I asked my clinical psychologist friend to tell me everything he knew about hoarding. He told me that you have to find a way to get rid of the item without forgetting the memory. Enter my talking Pee Wee Herman doll. It was a gift. And even though his pull string had long ago snapped and his white shirt had lost it's crispiness, I could not quit him. What to do.

I was on my way to visit a high school pal who was also a PWH fan. I believe I bought her a sheet set for her graduation party. I thought it a good idea to bring Pee Wee along. Well it turns out I got great advice from that shrink. I got rid of some clutter, made a new memory and didn't get caught. Whew! We even made it home for curfew. You are never too old to act like an idiot.

For a "video diary" of how my old doll made it to my high school religion teacher's front porch please visit my Facebook page. I would love to say that it is brilliant marketing driving you to my Facebook page. But it's not. I just couldn't get my videos to load. I wish I would have done less shenanigans in school and paid attention in AV class. I really should know how to edit. 

https://www.facebook.com/michelle.tomko.35

Good plan. It's on sale. 
Is this Mac & Cheese still  good?
Stacks of papers fall. 

Pointing right. Probably not a great concept for a Democrat. Retro? Maybe leave it to the hospital signs peppering the country. But the question not being asked is why the "H" in the first place? The candidates name is Clinton. 

Why is this female candidate already being marginalized? I never saw a McCain logo that was just a big "J". Hell Dubya got to use his last name on all his bumper stickers when he ran. Even though he had the same name (and wanted to fight the same war...but that's for another blog) of his pops. I'm surprised the company behind the logo, Pentagram, didn't just opt for slapping up Mrs. Clinton in red, white, and blue. She has a last name people. She's not Cher!

I know we already had a Clinton in the White House. But maybe,  just maybe, we can trust the masses to differentiate between the two on their own. Hint. Hint. She's the one not getting blown in the oval office...yet.

Some people are not meant to be front of house. If you think you are one of these people, please don't get a front of house job. I again ran into a popular chain retailer to grab a few things. The cashier went through the entire transaction without saying one word. 

It makes me angry. I don't need gushing customer service because I dropped $5 on some bottled water. But I deserve something. When you think about it though what is the employ's incentive to be nice? You can't be demoted. You are on the bottom rung. You get raises by seniority. That means the company only takes into consideration how long you have been standing there (not talking) as opposed to how well you do your job.

But still. If you have social anxiety disorder, a bad attitude, or just out and out hate "the man", take it out on the cans of soup and stock the shelves instead.

I was on Coventry Road today in Cleveland Heights. I had spent many a wayward high school hour here. You know the block. Coffee shops, record shops, head shop, Peru imports place, artsie movie house, yadda yadda. You buy Doc Martins and talk about what's wrong with the world in ripped tights. Hey it was the eighties.

Well it changed. I can't believe what survived. Arabica Coffee Shop - gone (outdoor seating area included). The import place looks more like a Pier 1 than a kitschy local joint. And the Mongolian BBQ survived. I gave them 6 months amid all the aging hippies on the East Side. But what do I know?