I remember the 90’s. It was a time of unbridled commercials, spiky hair, fiery shirts, and a drifting moral compass that sugared us up better than Kool-Aid Jammer. We didn’t have Uber, cellphones, or Amazon Fresh–we had bicycles, gummy worms, and if we were lucky, a hand-me-down pager. We’d talk to our friends on the …
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