A toy car came out in the mid-80s. The car fit into a base that had a lock. You needed a key to unlock the base and then when you hit the base with your fist, the car shot out. An ad campaign accompanied the release of the cars, commercials airing during He-Man with a kid yelling across the room, “Keys, please,” and the keys flying to him so he can use his car.
Lunch cost 50 cents in 1984: Milk, pizza, and a vegetable. Baseball cards cost 40 cents a pack: Pete Rose, Mike Schmidt, and Rod Carew. Each day, I pretended I wasn’t hungry and ran for the kickball field at lunchtime.
Mom’s ’82 Datsun rolled in front of the school at 4 and I yearned for food. Before she stopped the car in our driveway, I had the door open. I ran toward the front door, yelling across the yard, “Keys, please,” and she threw them my way. I left the keys in the door and grabbed the Kix or Trix or Golden Grahams. I sat in front of the TV with my bowl of cereal, waiting for my favorite commercials.
We received the keys to our new home. The delivery team hardly broke anything and Kris worked tirelessly getting the house in living order.
Zach and I worked hard, too.
We’re settled in Alaska now and ready to tackle the challenges.
Kris and I celebrated our second anniversary, too.