Looking for things to toss into the laundry that I haven’t worn in awhile I found this shirt.
I used to work there-Skipper’s Smokehouse. It’s in Tampa and is legendary. I’m so proud to have been a mullet. That’s what Skipper’s employees, and ex-employees are.
Skipper’s was one of the jobs I had that spoke so deeply into the core of my being that it helped forge my identity. Thinking about it right now, I am crying.
I worked there from 1986 to 1992. Those were great years. I left in 1992 to move to Portland with, Brian, my new husband.
Wow! The memories floating back to me. All good ones. Except for getting hit on every night I worked. All of us women got hit on.
It was a place that attracted a lot of college students, either on Spring break or out for Summer. Many of those students were from the Nottheast or Midwest.
A lot of them were from schools in New York City, Michigan, Pittsburgh or Philadelphia. I have this one memory of talking to this group of guys from Villanova. It stuck in my mind because I knew it was a great school. My dad used to mention it-he was working in Philly when I was born. It also stayed with me because I was born in Philly.
I used to entertain the thought of going to grad school in Pennsylvania until I fell in love with the idea of moving to Oregon.
Wow! Memories rushing back.
For now, I’m tossing the laundry in and going to the store for my medical supplies.
Sykeology 