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Certain parts of my childhood, should really stay there – frozen in memory’s amber like the mosquitoes in Jurassic Park. Let them loose, and next thing you know, you’re getting eaten by a pterodactyl.

But nobody listens to me, which is why we have New Kids on the Block, the Comeback Tour.

I am absolutely not making this up.

Joey, Donnie, Danny, Jordan and Jonathon – and no, I did not have to look those names up, thankyouverymuch – are all reuniting and hitting the road. There are promotional photos and everything.

At nearly 40 years old, age has not been kind to all of my pre-teen crushes. (Oh yes, I had the posters and the t-shirts. And yes, the Christmas album too. Don’t judge.) Joey, the youngest, looks by far the best in these new photos. I might even say handsome, which has me concerned.

Some of you may remember a blog post about a year ago when I revealed that I had been booked on a Memphis-to-LAX flight with Joey. A sad day really. In person, well, skeezy is the word that comes to mind. So obviously there has been some retouching.

Some serious retouching.

In the photo, he has also become the tallest member of the group by a good four inches. Odd, since a year ago on the plane, we were eye-to-eye at five-seven. Perhaps he had a growth spurt. Perhaps the other four are suffering from adult onset dwarfism.

But somehow I doubt it.

This reunion tour is something I’m going to have to learn to live with. But the minute they shoot Saved By the Bell – The Retirement Planning Years, I’m leaving the country.

ahream Dispatches from the City of Angels I'm a mystery writer living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my short story, "Running Venice," in the new anthology LAndmarked for Murder. Look for it in bookstores and on Amazon.com now. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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