Auld Lang WHAT?
Zine? Sign? After a bit ‘o Googly magic I found that the song that has perplexed me for nigh on forty years is an ancient Scottish ditty and, roughly translated, the phrase “Auld Lang Syne” means “times gone by.”
Boy do I hear that. Where has the time gone? Monica and I have known each other for 31 years. We met on a blustery day (I’m assuming it was blustery because Cheyenne always seemed blustery) in the 4th grade on a gravel-strewn school yard. I was a gangly girl with a Dorothy Hamill haircut and dark green velour pants while Monica was tall (and made taller by her clogs), dainty and feminine at 10 years old sporting frilly dresses and lacy shirts. Despite our different fashion senses (okay, actually I didn’t have a fashion sense) we became fast friends. The Universe tore us asunder in the six grade as my mom packed up my Holly Hobbie room and Monica and I clung to each other sobbing and covered with collective snot before I too was pried away and loaded up in the U-Haul. Read more