Meet my new bestie, the archives.
Meet my new bestie, the archives.

Remember '97? It was the year Princess Diana died, Kate let Leo sink into the sea, and internet cafes in Capitol Hill cost six bucks. Lots of us at The Stranger can't recall 1997 because at least one of us was a one-year-old (Nathalie Graham), and most of us lost our memories after all those Re-bar parties. Let's jog some memories, shall we?

The crack was there before I touched it!
The crack was there before I touched it!

This afternoon, I resumed yesterday's dumpster diving through our archives, this time landing on the year 1997. I'm no '97 expert, so I'll keep the editorializing to Slog comments, but here are some of the ads and personals that jumped out to me. I'm a sucker for all the vintage shop ads and wish the city wasn't dropping good secondhand stores left and right.

Thick.
Thick.

THE ADS

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THE PERSONALS

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