… hot tub time machine!
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About
Hello! I'm Alice, which is my real name (most of the other names here have been changed, though, to protect the innocent). I live in an circa-100-year-old house in downtown Chattanooga, TN with my first husband, G-Dog (who is from New Canaan, CT), and a cockapoo named Nonnie (the moniker comes from a Laurens van der Post book). We have one kid (that we know of) -- a daughter, Emmie, who recently graduated from college and moved out on her own (keep your eyes open and you might spot her at some point, twirling joyously right before she tosses her hat in the air).
I originally hale from Batavia, NY, a quiet little town in rural western New York. G-Dog and I met while attending college in Carlisle, PA, and then moved on to Chapel Hill, NC together before finally settling in Tennessee. Other places we've lived in long enough to have a mailing address include London and San Francisco.
This blog is about a lot of things -- the places I visit, things I cook, people I meet, photos I take, things I read, and -- of course, politics. I'm an unrepentant, arugula-eating, progressive, liberal, lefty, euro-loving, educated elitist (yes!! bring on gay marriage, give us a single-payer, completely socialized health care system, and replace the stupid war on drugs with legal, regulated, uber-taxed marijuana -- and some very handy industrial hemp!).
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Of the years I’d consider going to go back to, I wouldn’t pick 1986 (which may be why they did pick it).
And, weirdly, I have seen “Wild Hogs”.
1986 was a big year for me. I found out I was pregnant, G-Dog finished his master’s and started on his PhD (and started student teaching!), we bought our first house, Emmie was born, and G-Dog and I both started new jobs.
Whew. I don’t know how we got through it the first time, so maybe it’s best that I can’t go back.
Wow, you were busy that year! All I did was buy an apartment.
In that regard, 1986 I could return to.