Thursday, January 01, 2009

New Year's Eve - 1979


A couples New Year's Eve in a farmhouse somewhere in western Wisconsin. 10 below zero outside, but we were toasty with our Franklin stove. Barb kept saying "It's the EIGHTIES, it's the EIGHTIES!"

At midnight the balloons on the ceiling fell down, all the couples kissed, and it was, indeed, the EIGHTIES.

We were all glad to see the seventies go.

By Professor Batty



2 Comments:

Anonymous Jon said...

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like bananas.


Blogger Móðir, kona, meyja said...

And then you go bananas.

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