Whatever became of wooing? Remember things like 'dinner and a movie,' or making one another mixtapes? Or any and all of the rituals of courtship, period? When did everything become cut to the chase, like this?
"I say go, she say yes. Dim the lights you can guess the rest."
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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