our telephone number started off with whitney-5. we used to gather around bob the milk man's truck when he'd pick off chunks of ice which was quite the summer treat. my brother had a coin collection which i used for candy money. i'd still feel bad about that hadn't he fed our dog mom's baseball autographed by the entire brooklyn dodgers including peewee reese. so i'm pretty sure he still owes me for that. the dog was a weimaraner, way before wegman, so i guess we broke out of the mold there.
interesting how each generation looks to alter their consciousness. we didn't just spin as kids. we spun and then, if i remember right, we did something with our breath so that we'd come close to passing out. meanwhile, our mothers were up until 4 in the morning cleaning house & talking on the phone with each other, unable to sleep because of all the "diet pills" they'd popped. of course, later in college, we simply called it speed.
as to all those teachers in uncomfortable shoes. it was the 50s. they didn't have lesbians then.
