But then I thought, why not. So jump on the rollercoaster, it's going to be a bumpy ride. From now on I'll blog about what ever is on my mind at the time.
In 1976 our city was having a promotion to decorate for the Bicentennial. I thought this was so cool. We were allowed to paint the fireplugs on our street. I thought that it made Farmington Hills the coolest place to live (ironic that we only lived there for 18 months- the shortest of anywhere) We took our painting very seriously as my mom was an artist and we couldn't have a shabby plug in our yard! I can't tell you now how we painted it, but I do remember the three of us sitting out there on a hot summer day painting, worrying that we might get paint on the grass (hey, I was 11!)
The weird thing is that when this thought popped into my head I decided I'd do a google search and found out that this was apparently done all over! So much for our quaint little cu-de-sac haven.
