I laughed and shuddered when Tracy said “Every day should be Negro Day!”. I grew up with the racial stereo types and prejudices of the South, but don’t remember actual segregation. I don’t want to go back to those times, but I’d love to revisit the true innocence of that era – see a little break-out dancing and rock and roll singing – at the MALL, or while doing DISHES! Remember when Elvis would be just driving down the road in his convertible and suddenly burst into song? It was conversation, baby!
Ahhhh, those were the days. I miss my headscarf. And my 45s.