The thing about getting older is that you have an interesting perspective about what is important and what isn't. Really, it wasn't until this year that I realized that it was probably pretty cool that I was the flower girl in the Marlboro Man's wedding.
So. Are you impressed? Does that make me cool?
Maybe it is what literally snared me into a love of all things truly American, all things that came up out of the Western Experience and all things real...
Probably why it took a little NYC eye-opening experience among the snobbery to realize that where I come from is pretty significant compared to where I find myself... sometimes.
I had a great time with my aunt and cousin, pulling out the old ads, photos and remembering family stories, happy and sad. Tears slid down my cheeks. My aunt has a heart as big as Texas.
Mark Crispin Miller, author of Fooled Again, a book about the '04 election shenanigans and an NYU media professor, spoke last fall to our political communications class. His next book: about American icons and the Marlboro Man. I took digital photos of the ads. What a moment in our collective cultural history; my aunt said he still collects royalties from the overseas ads. I'll put some of the photos up on my Flickr.
I had to let 44 years go by before I thought much about those petals I dropped down the aisle. Me, the family historian. Time gets us all, doesn't it. Yee haw.
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