Karen 132 x 365

Next-door neighbor to my parents when I was a teenager, Karen reminded me of the eldest daughter in the movie version of Fiddler on the Roof. I babysat her children and had a slight crush on her husband. I mostly remember our girl talks while she ironed in the breezeway.

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Otter said…
Killer last line Dude.
1/24/07, 1:20 PM
Indigo Bunting said…
Now I can't get FotR tunes outta my head.
1/24/07, 5:19 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
So THAT's why I've been singing "If I were a rich man" all day long.

Whew. Mystery solved.
1/24/07, 5:26 PM
Mali said…
love that. Every teenage girls needs an older role model ...

But why did I read these comments? Now I can hear FotR songs too!! Argh.
1/24/07, 5:32 PM
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