Freaks & Geeks.
We know who we are because we spent hours directing He-man and She-ra re-enactments (behind the secret walls of homemade couch forts) with play-dates (planned on whims during elementary school pick-ups) while sharing crustless, cinnamon toast slices (with the perfect balance of butter and sugar) two hours prior to dialing rotary phones to inquire if [insert play date's name] could stay for dinner. Jump to the mid-90's, during middle school years (formerly known as JHS), where a combination of old and new friends ruthlessly slammed each other (in 'slam books') only to pass much-friendlier, doodle-covered, hand-written notes between classes, in which lunchtime meetings were arranged at designated hallways coordinates, followed (a half hour later, at lunch) by debates about cutting school over pizza slices, turkey sandwiches and pork fried rice (without vegetables, of course) - all only costing one dollar. Our high school era was marked by flared jeans and the advent of brightly colored beepers, through which semi-legible (upside down numbered) messages were exchanged by beep-ees (identifiable only by pre-determined secret codes -- mine was "77," and would soon be incorporated into my very first AOL screenname, Sloan77c). Then in 1996, enter AOL. Eventually gone separate ways, college common rooms divided the 90210 with the Dawson diehards (Dawson 4 Life!), forcing us to make our first deliberate, life-defining decision that would stay with us forever, occasionally requiring a re-insertion of our stance in (recent) adulthood conversations that often include a forever-nostalgic shout out to Angela and Jordan (Catalano). Enjoy!
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