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The Bankruptcy Never Bothered Me Anyway

The girls are not into Frozen, in the way other children are into Frozen, with the wigs and the princess dresses and the Elsa-screenprinted t-shirts. They are into Frozen in that they ask me to play the CD when we’re in the car, and sing all the songs at the very top of their lungs while I’m trying to make dinner and hold on to the day’s last shred of patience. They sort of just…like the music. And maybe Elsa’s hair. (“Let the storm rage AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”) So, Disney on Ice: Frozen came to town, and like a billion other gullible (I mean, loving) parents in the tri-state area, I got tickets. At the last minute, of course, because seriously, do you not know me by now? Two hundred dollars later, we were settled into our seats right up at the very tip-top of the arena, with choice views of the Stonyfield Yogurt ads on the top of the set. The bathroom was approximately thirty miles away, because Disney had sealed off half of the place (i.e., where we were sitting) for the show…

Perspective

When I was twenty-two, a friend and I rented an apartment across the street from Swarthmore College, in an ancient building I hated before we even signed the lease.  We were poor, my friend and I, both starting out in publishing, not even making two thousand dollars a month, and the place was within walking distance of the SEPTA train to our jobs in Philly, so we took it.  The apartment had once been grand, and the rooms were large. Then we were told the elderly resident before us had died in the kitchen.  Bugs, as it turned out, had taken her place. The elevator was one of those gated contraptions from–I swear–before the time of the Model T and Prohibition, and was broken most of the time, and everyone on our floor, including me, swore the place was haunted. Well, aren’t you just glad you decided to read this post? It gets better, honest. One of the worst features our “historic” building–even worse than the creatures tap-dancing in our kitchen–was the decrepit laundry room in the basement of the building. It was dirty, and dark…