Spitball Army

Card is untitled on its front.

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The Green Line runs under financial Boston; the Red Line pierces academia’s heart. There’s no Yellow here: no timidity or caution.

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We dance to “Brown Sugar”: high, drunk, sweaty. Wow, you really feel the music, she says. I plant a sloppy kiss on her and pass out.

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I remember bringing the first B-52’s album home the summer after my first college year and playing it really loud, and driving my poor Mom crazy with it. Was that our generation’s “scream-o?”

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The two buttons above were created to help promote a couple of stage productions put on by Harvard theatrical groups while I was an undergrad, between 1978 and 1982.

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Here are more found things from one corner of one room of my little house. This little batch, like the last two posted, are buttons, proclaiming support for certain “causes.”

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1984 was a landslide victory year for Ronald Reagan. His Democratic opponent was former Vice-President Walter Mondale. Reagan’s re-election was practically assured as, under his first term watch, the economy showed definite signs of revival. It seemed that there was little for the Democrats to do than go through the motions, and pretend that their candidate stood a chance.

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Jim James’ Tribute To (CD);
Harvard Beats Yale 29-29 (DVD);
California Pizza Kitchen’s Garlic Chicken pizza (food)

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The 1980 Presidential election took place in the Fall of my Junior year in college. The campus was flooded with propaganda in the form of buttons, pamphlets, stickers, and, of course, a full schedule of lectures and speakers.

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…and then there were these stubs, found in various piles about the house, from an odd assortment of musical events that I attended before the turn of the century.

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