Welcome back,
Your dreams were your ticket out.
Welcome back,
To that same old place that you laughed about.
So, Tuesday night, after a lovely drunken delay at St. Louis International, we arrived in back home in Chicago.
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It has rained three out of four days now. This drippy, weepy weather matches my moods rather well, actually.
Drip.
Weep.
That’s what I do.
I’m obsessed with the movie Ghost right now.
I know.
I know.
It’s a pretty bad film.
The holes in the plot are big enough to drive an El train through, and Patrick Swayze has all of three facial expressions to work with, but darn it, there’s something compelling about it.
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Thanks for dropping by. I'm Meg, and I write offbeat stories about media and the culture that shapes us.
I have one foot firmly planted in today and one in a pink kitchen in a suburb in 1957. It's not that I want to live in the past; I just love the aprons. I also have a thing for horror movies.
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