Often, when it's late at night when no one is around, I travel back in memory to less complicated times with my older sister Amy. I don't have a lot of scenes to chose from because she first left my life when she was thirteen. In my mind, she was like a super hero. Let me back up for some context. It was the mid 60's and the most stable thing in our lives at that time, were the two TV shows we watched together no matter what: “American Bandstand” and “The Smothers Brothers”. They gave us a chance to laugh. Even at seven, I was somewhat able to grasp the dry political humor coming from these “folk singers” Brothers. With “American Bandstand”, Amy and I would literally roll on the floor laughing. Why? Let me explain. My furthest memory of when we'd watch ABC together I suppose it was like any other teenager and little sister throughout America would watch; to hear the new singles coming out and to, of course, critique the dancing girls' outfits, boots, hair sty...
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