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Monday, November 22, 2010

Smurfs & Life



When my friend Rob posted this photo on Facebook, I thought:  Smurfs.

In the early eighties, I shared one-half of a duplex with a girlfriend in the Binz district of Houston.   
We were in our twenties & single & enjoyed our lives.
Which means that we partied big time.

Whenever my roommate was in town on the weekends (she was a diver & quite often absent), she cooked Saturday morning breakfast.  Hash browns, omelets – both in iron skillets.  Very impressive.

Our kitchen was huge, large ceilings, lots of windows, a party kitchen, with a small space for a table & some space I don’t remember for a black & white TV.  So while Linda cooked ; I sipped Bloody Marys, I watched the Smurfs in black & white.

I began to talk about the Smurfs at work – people brought me Smurf bowls & plates & cups & key chains & little figures.

My roommate’s response was:  OMG, I feared the day you found out the Smurfs were blue.

Blue, any shade of blue, is my favorite color.  Much of our shared space was blue.  I think she feared our whole half of the duplex would turn various shades of blue.

Which would have suited me fine.

I have a  printer’s box, featuring several Smurf figures, including Smurfette.

Thank you, Rob, for bringing back those memories.