Congrats Bri Bri! You are the last of the crazy Bruce Beckord clan to make it through college. I am proud to say that the kid I used to share a bunk-bed with (who I would constantly tell not to put buggers on the wall) is now a true adult. Actually, folks thought you were an adult when you were 14, but now you can say you are truly an adult because you have to pay your own rent (ha!/aye!). I am so happy that I was able to be around for a good portion of the developmental stages of your life (remember the photo I took of your first few armpit hairs?)…I can’t wait to see what big boy Brian has in store. My 24 hours with you in San Diego were a blast…now go cut your hair!
Author: Ali Carras
At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change.
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