The Year: 1988
The Place: My Childhood Home
Dinner time at our house was always family time. In other words, there was an argument being picked, hair being pulled, food getting cold, Dad's face reddening like a thermometer, Mom's constant "Stop it! No! Eat your veggies!" and always, always some kind of green something-or-other threatening to unhinge the delicate balance of parent/child relationships.
My brother (henceforth known as Oscar, who is green) was the "easy one" who never argued abou…
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Posted on February 4, 2009 at 10:20am —