Bye, Bye Farrah

Like a lot of young boys growing up in the late 1970s and early ’80s, I had this poster taped up on my bedroom wall.

Farrah Fawcett was the bomb back in the day. And yes, kids, that’s how the girls used to wear their hair.

Farrah died on Wednesday at 62 after what was, by all accounts, a tough and courageous battle with cancer.

Word is that she could receive a posthumous Emmy for her role in Farrah’s Story,” the documentary that detailed her fight. 

In the late 1970s, Fawcett starred alongside Kate Jackson and Jacklyn Smith as the original Charlie’s Angels.

Jackson was the smart one, Smith was the glamorous one and Farrah was the super-sexy one.

Her post-Charlie’s career never quite panned out although she did garner some positive reviews here and there.

Now she’s gone, and a part of my childhood is, too.

In a somewhat related topic, I sold my entire collection of 200 records to a guy who runs a record store on 12th St. here in New York.

He said records are making a comeback with kids today — apparently they want something more substantive in their hands than Ipods.

But the grand total for my life’s collection?

$100

He was interested in the Hendrix, Stones, Zeppelin, Who and Beatles stuff (who isn’t?), less so in the Billy Joel, Elton John and Rod Stewart.

“I could fill a whole store with Billy Joel and Elton John,” he said. “Nobody wants that stuff.”

So there you have it, two parts of my childhood and teenage years– Farrah and my record collection — all gone in one day.

You know what’s next, right?

The massive baseball card collection up in my parent’s attic. I have complete Topps sets from 1970-82 in Excellent condition. So if anyone knows a reputable and fair baseball card appraiser (preferably one who will come to my house), shoot me an email at zagoria@hotmail.com.