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To my Panasonic, Whom I slept with

366478-256425-thumbnail.jpgYou were IT, man.  My first.  We were inseparable.

At night, from under the pillow, you brought me baseball, static, "W.. da-da-da.. QQW... Nonstop Music!" Charles Osgood, "Midnight at the Oasis," school cancellations, "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald."  Hell, you even brought in Baltimore when the sun went down.

And every morning, you somehow got yourself back up on the headboard, hanging by your strap. 

I thought of you the other day, glancing up at the DVD screen hanging from the ceiling of the Family Truckster.  The kids dig it... the name's the same, but it's not you.  Not YOU.  My supersonic.  My Panasonic.

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Reader Comments (3)

Awwww aint that sweet?.. Reminiscing about your first love today Toastmaster?

Seriously, that gives me such a cute picture of a young Toastmaster.. Did you have cartoon sheets?
January 27, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterTheGIrlWho
"My supersonic. My panasonic"

For some reason, that line made me chuckle (yes, chuckle).
Like Monica, I can now picture you with the cartoon sheets and the pjs under the covers with your coveted radio.

good post.
January 27, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterHeather B.
Good grief!* Am I that transparent???

Who-da-thunk it it would take a transistor radio post for the Goddesses of the Blog World to think of me with bedroom eyes... Where the hell was squarespace when I was 25??

Yes, they were cartoon sheets. What kind?? You'll have to take the hint(*) above.
January 27, 2006 | Registered CommenterWryter

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