Yesterday's induction of KISS into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
reminds me of how cool my parents are/were.
When I was a kid, my mom, who kept an immaculate household, let me
plaster KISS posters and magazine photos all over my room.
After going to Baskin-Robbins one night, we went to a shop next
door, and they bought me a KISS T-shirt (pictured in the photo). Back then, you
had to pick out your T-shirt color and style, and then select an iron-on
transfer for the store employee to put on the shirt. I was so excited to get
the shirt and even wore it for my school photo that year.
And coolest of all, my dad would take KISS
magazines to his work and make copies of the pictures so I could hand them out
at school (this was fifth and sixth grade). He would also let me play
"Love Gun" and "Destroyer" on the 8-track player in his
Ford pickup while we were running errands in "town." I'm sure he
hated the music, but he never said a word about it.
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