After a childhood of painful memories (and photos) of being dressed like twins with my sister, it’s my turn to be the perpetrator.

Looking forward to the day that Beavis and Butthead return as middle-aged derelicts with criminal records, rattails and spare tires hanging from their AC/DC wife beaters.

My parents in 1966. They met at a high school dance, when she was a freshman and he was a senior. Their song: Mr. Tambourine Man. Adorable or just plain dorky?