It’s a damn small world
May 1, 2009
I am blessed to have such a lovely neighbor (Grandma No. 3.) She has become a close friend and spends lots of time with us which we love. Every time we hang together, out comes the sharing of stories between us. The cities we have lived in, the boyfriends, jobs, etc. She was raised on the East Coast and lived the debutant lifestyle only to leave it all and move to the organic hippie life of the Pacific Northwest. So the other day, we were talking about where she lived with her married boyfriend after her divorce and before you get any ideas, she was not a mistress in the bad sense. But that’s besides the point. “We were renting a house from our art dealer friends, Harold & Hester. Their son, Michael, was in a band. Maybe you have heard of them, The Beastie Boys.” Have I heard of them? Are you crazy? Not only have I heard of them, I still adore them to this day and have even met them back in my concert going backstage stalking days. Then she proceeds to tell me that she hasn’t seen him since he was a skinny little kid and I giggle a little like a school girl. Well who hasn’t had a crush on Mike D? Anyway, I whip this out and she giggles.
Such an odd coincidence. How the hell did we met this fabulous lady? I almost felt bad about pulling apart a perfectly good tape for this cassette wallet (which was a lot harder than I thought it would be. If attempting, don’t forget protective eye wear.) But then, who was I kidding? I don’t have a cassette player anywhere, not even in the car not to mention that the tape has sat in a box for probably a decade. I guess for now old school is going to stay right where it belongs, in the old category.
And I stitched a pocket inside using (don’t ask me why I still have it) the concert ticket stub from earlier said stalking experience. I can’t think of a better way to preserve a concert ticket stub than inside a cassette tape wallet.