Against a monumental Arizona landscape, there's my little sister Debra on the left playing with a stick or something and on the right is my mother, cigarette gripped firmly in her right hand - and in the middle, me. I have no idea why I thought it appropriate to wear white leather go-go boots and a Beatles inspired pantsuit in the middle of the desert. I'm completely mystified as to how I was able to climb way up there in that get-up. And why on Earth would I think a white blouse with a Peter Pan collar was appropriate under that jacket? Strange days indeed.
