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March 25, 2014tell your storyPatrick Edmondson

These pictures were received in E-mail to The Strip Project.

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Lisa, David, J Sage June 1972

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21st century cv

Bill Freeman’s pictures of The Pit

Bill Freeman’s pictures of The Pit

Bill Freeman’s pictures of The Pit

Bill Freeman’s pictures of The Pit

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Little Boxes

by Malvina Reynolds
The fate we sought to escape is summed in a song from just before the era, later used as a theme to the show Weeds.
1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.
3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.
And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

Only squares easily fit in those little boxes!

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