BY LORRAINE DUFFY MERKL I wanted to cry, and at one point I did a little bit as I watched CNN. No the channel wasn't showing coverage of an ISIS bombing somewhere in the world or the latest juvenile exchange between presidential candidates or jobless protesters looking for a fair minimum wage; I was watching the premiere of the network's new series called The Eighties -- the decade I think of as mine. I loved the 1980s. Hair was big and greed was good. Guys started wearing pastel t-shirts under suit jackets (and no socks with loafers) like Don Johnson on Miami Vice and girls dressed like boy toy Madonna. I wore so many cheap bangles at once, that if I held my arm straight out, I looked like I was about to shout "five for a dollar."
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