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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
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The good old days.
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I just love her!
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Mary Tyler Moore was the hottest woman on TV in the ’60’s. Period.
Richard Deacon looked pretty good dancing, too. Apparently he had polio as a kid and took dance lessons to strengthen his legs.
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Much hotter, and more fakey-performer, than I had remembered her being–I guess I mostly saw her in her own show where she was more wimpy and sedate.
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Not bad, MTM, not bad at all. 😀
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I wonder how many people are watching this today thinking if only I could dance like this… Wait, if only there was a place where I could dance like this. Actually, just a place where I could be with other people would be enough. Wait, if only there was a place at all I could be other than my house:)
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I used to be able to ski, too. but, a lack of snow stops me 🙂 That and all the too-much-fun I had as a kid. Durn arthritis 🙂
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Yeah, shy little Mary gets prodded to dance, and, just impromptu, unrehearsed, off the cuff, on the spot, makes up that fiery performance. “Oh, that? It’s just how folks entertained each other at house parties back then.” Not like they’d be watching tv. Oh, wait…
Watching her dance, it occurred to me…
It was pretty hot for its time, but, still acceptable for largely-prudish mass broadcast consumption.
A generation before, for many folks, that would have been considered shockingly ‘risque,’ or worse.
A generation after, for too many SJWs, it’s a politically incorrect portrayal of wimmenz, etc.
Glad to have grown up in the window in between.
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