So I'm watching Good Times on TVLand. Okay, frankly it's a little dated, but it gives me that warm cozy feeling of sitting on my grandmother's living room floor with a plate of cookies in my lap and a glass of cold milk. All my memories of the place--all my memories of childhood--still come to me in the grainy textures and bleak like of seventies film, though they suddenly burst into violent eighties color sometime around puberty.

Anyway, this is the funny thing: there I am, smiling slightly at the wide lapels and President Ford jokes, when I find myself admiring Thelma's outfit. It really is very becoming. And then I realize I'm admiring it because I own an outfit almost exactly like it. I wore it to work two days ago.

Truly that which has been, will be again, and there is nothing new under the sun . . .