Picture it, small town West Virginia, 1995. A group of friends too young to drink, too poor to do much of anything, and too stupid to care what anyone thought, are looking for ways to entertain themselves on a quiet weekend night.
Someone gets the bright idea that someone, no names please, ought to dress up as an old woman. And so that young man got decked out in a fabulous purple hat, a pair of vintage Sally Jesse Raphael glasses, and, complete with a walker and one of those masks everyone wore when SAARS broke out, the group headed to Wal Mart where they ran into one of their mothers and her long time friend and neighbor. The mother, without missing a beat, said, “Jane, I’m sure you remember Daddy’s sister Merle?” Poor Jane didn’t know whether to laugh, but uncomfortably said her hellos. And now, folks, thanks to the wonders of color scanners, I’d like to introduce you to Great Aunt Merle: