Wonderful story about kitsch, Arthur. Most of the so-called flea markets
around here are filled with it. One has to scour the places to find anything of
value. I guess some of the worst would be some little doll made of plastic
that would sit in a car window and either shake a grass skirt or bounce its
little head up and down. Another horrible piece is a clock that looks like a cat.
Its eyes go right and left - tick tock- and its tail moves right and left
too. Imagine being sick and having to look at that thing. Ah well, one man's
kitsch is another man's treasure. Our grandchildren can amaze us. My daughter
has an upcoming role in Charleston's Town Theater playing the mayor's wife in
"The Music Man." My little granddaughter tried out, too, and she will be one
of the town's people. She will sing, dance, and have a line or two. She
told her mother at tryouts that her hands and knees shook when she auditioned.
She is just seven. Must have breakfast now. Tah da, Sue
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