Gum!

With several hundred kids in the building. the venial sin of chewing gum ran wild. Here they come, the army of uncontrolled middle-class teens chewing gum. Stay in your homes until you hear the siren. Chewing gum TV ads were everywhere. Double Mint, Beech Nut’s Yipes Stripes, Clark’s Teaberry, Big Red, and the old standby… Continue reading Gum!

Yipes! Cotillion Nightmare!

Cold sweat! O My God! Should never had watched ‘They Shoot Horses, Don’t They’. Ah, hell. It’s just you-know-what:

Cotillion Prep 2: Clothes

The only place to buy suits was in the city. Joseph’s, the Men’s Store. The second floor was for children……from toddlers through Jr. High. A sure sign you were mature (outside of usual things like smoking weed, masturbating, and driving) was getting promoted to the top floor where men shopped. But for this excursion into… Continue reading Cotillion Prep 2: Clothes

Cotillion–The Prep 1

So what did a 60’s kid imagine when hearing the word ‘dance’? A horde of tap dancing munchkins, of course. Or maybe, even the Eighty-One? But, alas, twas not to be. We were going to learn to waltz. For those of you who do not have such refined bleeding, I mean breeding, here’s a quick… Continue reading Cotillion–The Prep 1

Music Memories #2

I think I quickly mentioned the Byrds’ Younger Than Yesterday a while ago. Steve played it to me that first summer–’68. It was–literally–exciting music. Those tight vocals in harmony. Lyrics about things like space travel. The minor chords (descending in ‘Thoughts and Words’). Restless. The album almost begged for repeated listening. There was a lot… Continue reading Music Memories #2

Doug Buttkicker

Doug (‘Buttkicker’ was bastardizing nickname from his actual surname) was one of those ‘older kids’ that made you gulp when you saw him. Towering well over 6 feet, wavy hair, and a chin always begging for a shave. Unlike many of school’s so-called rebels, he did not have long hair. But he always wore jeans… Continue reading Doug Buttkicker

Cotillion Looms….

Cue the theme from ‘Jaws’….. As September crawled, the mid-October Cotillion date glowed on the calender. Terror. Fear in copious quantities. Night Sweats. Growing dread over the Apocalypse . As you no doubt recall, the invite came in summer in a special little envelope with tissue paper and a reply envelope, like a wedding invite.… Continue reading Cotillion Looms….