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Door is barely closed behind Doug. We’re kissing and giggling. Very hard to do, I’ll tell ya! “Wait.” I say. I get the eyebrow. “Before we start, can I let your hair down?” “Sure. You like it down?” “Yes I didn’t want to ask at school. I was afraid people would get suspicious why you’re… Continue reading First things First!!

Oh Shit!! The first thought I had was ‘Oh God, Allie’s dead. Doug came to tell me in person.’ A smile emerges from the woolly hood and I invite him in. Oh God, please don’t let him be stoned. He wasn’t. “This bag is for you. A belated Birthday present!” “Thanks! Come to the kitchen.… Continue reading Knock Knock Who’s There

Quiet nights with quiet stars…. Every NYE, my parents went to a cocktail party 15 or so minutes away. Suit and tie, long dress. They usually got in around 1, and I was already in bed. 9 o’clock comes, out the door they go. I’m alone. And no, I didn’t blast music and dance in… Continue reading A quiet New Years Eve spent in holy contemplation

In which our hero gets his scalding baptism of fire: The Gender War [Note: My notes from this day are a jumbled mess of scribbled questions and obscenities. From 50 years out, I still recall the confusion and angst.] “Now,” Steve says, “What I’m going to say will not make sense, but it’s not supposed… Continue reading ‘THE Talk’

Tangled webs…. I’m on Christmas break. A rare early afternoon music break at Steve’s. “So you’re going with Doug when he gets beer up in State Hill?” I nod. “Across from the inn.” I’m cautious; now Steve and Doug have met after my ‘birthday’. “You and Doug have an arrangement?” He nods passively. “Good,” I… Continue reading Everything’s Different Now

All good things come to an end….. Doug takes different roads to my place. I’m sitting upright and we’re holding hands, palms sweaty. We could care less. Allie is looking out the window. “Doug, isn’t this where–“ “Yea, that Linda girl.” He pauses, then starts to talk about some girl who used to live in… Continue reading The first date ends

Yes, boy and girls, once upon a time in the Jurassic era when McDonald’s was an exciting new experience. Allie is 20 feet ahead as we walk double-time to Doug’s car. He offers his hand and a wide smile. “You say it’s your birthday,” he sings tunelessly. “Old enough to ditch those little boy pants… Continue reading That new ‘Restaurant’–McDonald’s

In which our hero adds another year. [Sorry, this is out of sequence, fans. I was on vacation and my internet time was limited] My birthday is around a week before Christmas. This meant that I got a slew of presents in a short time. [This eventually became 8 vinyl albums total. Wha-hoo!] Gone were… Continue reading Birthday time!

No, no, no. Not that! Sheesh! Our Art teacher was Mrs. Keim, a stylish, perky little 20-something. I say ‘little’ cause it was true–she was barely 5′ 2″ and rarely wore heels. I found her kind of plain, but some boys had unbridled fantasies about her undergarments. She chopped her hair in November and now… Continue reading Ahhhh….the Birds and the Bees

Did I pass the test? Again, we didn’t make it to the sofa without Allie pouncing on me. I act dizzy. “Jesus! I don’t know if I can walk after that.” I sense a smile in the pale light. “You give as good as you get. All my lipstick is gone.” I just want to… Continue reading Aftermath 2: Allie