I look like a cozy 70s college co-ed today. After all, this was my dad’s jacket, and I can totally see my mom wearing a skirt just like this, walking around the Sweet Briar campus.
While my mom’s college stories ranged from bitchy blind girls to a cappella singing groups, my dad’s UVa stories were a little more… colorful. I like to think he was wearing this jacket on the night of the Corvette-farmer-wooden leg-cornfield incident.
I love this Sweets yearbook picture of her and a friend:
The whole yearbook is a trip, and reinforces my belief that I was born in the wrong decade. Because I can easily see myself in a Lit class with 4 other girls, wearing a technicolor shift dress and discussing The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, huddled over a phone’s speaker with author Tom Wolfe on the other end—I guess he made house calls back then—much easier than I can see myself in sweatpants, in a computer lab, IMing with friends while generating reports on the voting behavior of different demographics during the first Bush election.
Doug Neidermeyer: How does it feel to be an independent, Schoenstein?
Boon: How does it feel to be an asshole, Neidermeyer?