Originally created 08/29/00

Fashion is a trend of its own



My brain is hard-wired on the late 1960s and early 1970s.

Those were my formative years.

The 1980s and certainly the 1990s seem to blend together in my head. But go back about 30 years, and I'm there.

I don't particularly think they were the best of times, just a time I remember vividly.

Which is why I was a little surprised this past weekend.

I went to parts of two high school football games, and I don't believe I am exaggerating when I say this fall's fashion statement for most teen-age girls is bell-bottomed blue jeans.

It was like hopping into a time machine, and setting the coordinates for 1972.

The only difference?

It doesn't look like teen-age boys are wearing them - just the girls.

I'm not sure what all this says about modern social trends, but then, maybe it's not supposed to say anything.

The lyrics of most Three Dog Night songs didn't make much sense, either.

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THOSE REPORTERS AGAIN: It seems the Rev. Smith, a respected though sometimes pompous church leader, arrived in town to deliver a series of speeches on morality.

At a banquet the first evening, he stood to survey the crowd and noticed there were newspaper reporters in the audience.

Because he wanted to use some of the stories he told that night in his speeches the next day, he sternly commanded the young writers to omit these anecdotes from their articles.

They smiled and complied.

And the next day when the newspaper came out, its story reported: "And the Rev. Smith also told a number of stories that cannot be printed."

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POSTCARDS: Kelley, Mike and Noah Sleeper say "Hi" from Hoople, N.D. (population 300), where they are introducing 11-month-old Noah to his dad's family. The weather is cool and beautiful.

Also, frequent summer contributors Charlotte and James Cash of Evans send a vacation card from their cruise of the Bahamas. "We didn't want you to think we had forgotten you," they write.

And Natasha is enjoying Maine.

Heading out this Labor Day weekend? Send a postcard from your travels to:

P.O. Box 1928, Augusta, GA, 30903.

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TODAY'S JOKE: Comes from Laura.

"Hey," Dave said, "I got this great new hearing aid the other day."

"Are you wearing it now?" his friend Mary asked.

"Yep," Dave said confidently. "Cost me $10,000, but it's top of the line. It can pick up anything."

"Wow!" Mary said. "What kind is it?"

"Let me see," said Dave, pausing. "Twelve-thirty."

Reach Bill Kirby at (706) 868-1222, Ext. 107, or bkirby@augustachronicle.com.