Green Fuzzy Couch
My dad’s taste in cars was only outdone by my mom’s choice in furniture. In the early 70’s mom purchased a bright green fuzzy couch with shiny brass rollers. The furniture store delivered it while dad was at work. I thought it was pretty cool. If you ran your hand back and forth over it real fast you could work up a static charge.
When dad walked in from work he studied the couch quietly and then remarked, “It looks like something from a house of ill repute in New Orleans.”
I didn’t know what a house of ill repute was or the whereabouts of New Orleans but it didn’t sound favorable.