Sometimes we wish we could hit the rewind button. Talk about an experience that you would do over if you could.



There is NO part of this that I wish I could not undo or unsee.

The even worse part is THIS:


Yep.  That’s me.  TODAY.  Holding the very tool (the original) with which I mauled myself in the late 1980s – early 1990s.  It still works (I plugged it in to check).  In fact, I think we had a Winesday a year or two ago in which we guzzled white wine and crimped each other’s hair.

Why I have moved from Los Angeles to Washington DC to New York with that thing is well beyond me.

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