Maine's Newest Blondie
I used to have long blonde hair too. *sniffle* A little over 21 years ago, I was at the hospital the day Blondie was born. Her Dad – my uncle – and I went to dinner at Miami Subs to celebrate. I share her athletic prowess, obvi. A little over 19 years ago, I moved to Florida. An early practitioner of the gap year, I took a year off between high school and college. I moved in with Blondie's parents and worked as a live-in nanny. Blondie was 2; her sister, Dolleen, was born while I lived with them. There's a reason I don't have kids. That 10 months I spent in Florida, between 1995 and 1996, represented a high point for my relationship with family members. My family is all over South Florida. There's something like three sets of aunts and uncles and 10 or more cousins. My parents live down there now. For the last 12 years, I have lived thousands of miles from any family member. Most of the time, it's the thing you ignore about living somewhere other than Minnesota or F