Whats in a name? My sister's name is Karen. She is really super smart almost too smart for her own good. In fact she has to order extra large hats. We were both born in the 1950's in Southern California. Our parents fought constantly which was no bed of roses. I remember the early 1960's it seemed like someone was being assassinated every couple of months. The music on AM radio was great! Three Dog Night, The Beatles, Bread and all the rockers that sold out to the Devil himself.
Karen was very smart like I said before but she was also so beautiful too! Our mother Pauline was a homecoming Queen at San Diego City College so she inherited the gene. My daughter Emma is looking more and more like my sister Karen. She introduced me to Jimi Hendrix, Woodstock and Three Dog Night. We are 5 years apart in age but closer than you might think.
We grew up on Merritt Drive in El Cajon, California where the hills are covered with avocado trees. We watched the Adam's Family and Night Gallery on a used black and white TV. Car rides with our parents were always with the windows rolled up and both parents smoking an extra long cigarette.
Corkey McMillin built our 1960's ranch house himself for $25,000 complete with a flat roof that leaked only when it rained. The Cloverleaf dairy was situated at the bottom of our hill. And for Sunday morning breakfast the Dutch family who owned the dairy would slaughter a cow in the front of our breakfast room window. I think That is why I am a "closet vegetarian".
I got unfairly kicked off the school bus at the age of 5 yrs and so the rest of the kids on my block and my very own sister walked with me to school for the entire year. i later saw that bus driver when he was very old but did not seek my revenge on him.
My dad had planted a fruit orchard and a pine tree perimeter around his little ranch. Karen had several horses which she would ride all over hill and dale. On day she put me on her pony and gave the pony a stiff kick in the belly and all I could do was hang on for dear life! My sister really did love me.
I remember too when those leather coats with all the frills were in style thanks to Crosby , Stills and Nash. One day while sitting in the car near 7-11 I accidentally grabbed a handful of her frills and ripped them off her jacket I saw stars. Just like Lucy giving Linus five good reasons Karen belted me in the eye with her fist of fury and stopped just in time as mother was returning to the car.
If you have ever played the game "Clue" and were going to relate it to my family life it would be Karen in the living room with the lead pipe. The problem wasn't that Karen was so smart it was that I was so dumb. Gullible, I was flat out gullible and Karen exploited that one flaw for most of my pre-teen life.
My sister was related to Eddie Haskel from "Leave it to Beaver". And because she did not like me she decided to torture me. Luckily for me she got married at a very young age and that is probably what saved my life from an accidental drowning.
Karen also like to watch William F Buckley. She was really smart so that makes some sense I guess. She got an aquarium for getting her appendix out, while I had my tonsils taken out and all I got was an old screaming recovery nurse. My sister could have been the President of the United States. That's why I love my big sister!
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