I miss the blue jeans. The big wide bell bottoms denim jeans were the most flattering pants I ever wore. They made my legs look longer and my hips narrower. Of course, I was also 50 years younger, so that may have had something to do with it too ... but still, I miss them. … Continue reading BELL BOTTOMS BLUES – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Allegory I decided this morning that if our government doesn't feel they need to obey laws, why should we? They have declared us as a non-government. They have no laws by which they need to abide, so why are we bothering? Our president, good old mentally defective #45 doesn't feel he owes … Continue reading AN ALLEGORY OF LIFE AND MORAL BREAKDOWN – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Tangent The tangent is a line that touches a curve or curved surface at a point, but if extended does not cross it. It's also the line between the two arms of an equilateral triangle. How it came to also mean in common speech a completely different line of thought or action., … Continue reading OFF ON A TANGENT – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Unhinged I'm voting for Yang. Even if he isn't the nominee, he's my guy. Anyone who'll give me magic mushrooms and enough money to live on? My man! Does everyone feel as if they fell into the rabbit hole and that last mushroom made them huge -- or tiny. My plastic flamingo … Continue reading TOTALLY UNHINGED – Marilyn Armstrong
Fandango's - Follow the Yellow Brick Road Definitely follow the road, but be sure whoever is leading your march isn't some crazy orange guy with a very bad attitude. Remember, those bricks weren't always yellow!
FOWC with Fandango — Daily There was a time ... and not very long ago at that ... when daily meant normal. Things that occurred on a daily basis were normal and we didn't need to pay a lot of attention to them. These days, it's a new crisis every day. Not a little crisis either. … Continue reading EVERY DAY – Marilyn Armstrong
FOWC with Fandango — Stairs When we bought this house -- 19 years ago -- I figured there were only 12 stairs from the front door: six up and six down. We were moving from a three-story triplex in Boston, so a mere 12 steps didn't seem like much. I could not imagine a time when … Continue reading STAIRS AND STEPS- Marilyn Armstrong