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Here's a shot of my sister Cindy in the early 80s giving Mitzi a Christmas present.  I think it's pretty important to give your pets gifts at Christmas time, because they want to feel included, right?  And Mitzi always felt included.
There's that old cabinet-style stereo in the background that used to play everything but eight tracks.  And CD's, because they didn't exist yet.  Then CD's stopped, now they're starting again.  I think you can take it to the bank that 8 tracks, beyond their nostalgic value, won't make any credible comeback.  God, I hope not, at least.  Then again, whatever floats your boat.
I'm going to go out on a limb and say this is Cindy in her Stief Furniture employee days.  Just before that, she worked at John Boy's Irving out by the old Moncton Mall - still what I call that, even though now it's the "Northwest Center".  I think she used to walk a lot from there to the house, no short trek.  She always earned money somehow, and so little Mitzi here is reaping some of the benefits of that.
I had a few friends who were, I think, 'fans' of Cindy.  Being a brother, I can only say that she looked pretty good, but I had those friends that would probably substitute 'good' for 'hot'.  She'd chuckle if I reminded her that I always used to remark that her legs were quite stellar, though!  I hope George is a leg man.  He's actually a 'Cindy' man, he loves everything about her.
I think there were 'agressive' and 'passive' sides to the Cook side of our lineage.  I'd say Cindy, Peter, and Roy took the aggressive side, to varying degrees, and Rick, Greg and myself took on the passive sides.  Debbie maybe was right in the middle, neither passive nor aggressive.
We're all passive or aggressive for reasons beyond the genetic.  Growing up in a dysfunctional household like ours shaped all of us into who we are today.  Being either one of those is neither right nor wrong, they just are.  I like to say, and Janice will vouch for this, "we all come from somewhere."

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