Marvin and I collect photographs of people we don't know. We have done so since we have been dating, and there is group of photo albums in particular that we are obsessed with--photos of Norma and Vern.
Norma and Vern lived in LA from the early '40s until their deaths in the '90s. We found their photo albums soon after Vern died. First we just bought one, but it was so detailed with captions under all the pictures and greeting cards and newspaper clippings that we felt we knew Norma and Vern and all the people in their lives. So we went back and got another album.
Now we own three, and we are so mad we missed Norma's journal and wedding album, which someone else bought.
Anyway, the point of this story is that before we left Los Angeles, this guy Michael included us in a documentary he was doing about people with weird hobbies. He came to our house I think three times, and he was at our going-away party the day before we left.
Today on Facebook, Michael has the trailer for his documentary, and I look completely insane. I have linked to it on my page, so if you are my Facebook friend, go see my bra strap and my frizzy hair, won't you? I've left him a message asking if there's a way I can put my nuts self on this blog so you can all enjoy the fruitcakeness that is June.
He even interviewed an expert to find out what is wrong with us (the expert said we had something to work out with Norma. Peedaddle. Can I help it I am in love with a dead woman I never knew? What issues?).
Oh, dear.
