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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. 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 the days when the teacher announced the birthday and you brought in cupcakes or treats for the… 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

Time to De-Brief Steve is hysterical. His neighbor is not dancing today; we’re in the music room. (Tull is still dominating us) He’s just heard my story about Doug. “Yea, I heard he gets served. They say he has an altered Driver’s License.” [Back then, driver’s Licenses were simple wallet-sized paper documents. Forging one was… Continue reading Aftermath

Doug and I, whatta team. Who is this band he’s playing now??? “Five minutes?” I nod. “Ok, now let’s talk. You think I can take you and Allie on dates?” “Yea. How else are we going to get to know each other? My house is out, your house is not good. Where can we go… Continue reading Let’s finish this

No tape to self-destruct in five seconds. He puts in a new 8 track. Ironic, wasn’t It? “A guy I know works at that beer distributor across the street.” He pulls out a couple of crumbled dollar bills from the army jacket, tosses them in my lap. Oh Jesus, what shit have a gotten myself… Continue reading Mission: Not Impossible

Oboy, I’m a big guy now….. Car in the alley, the exhaust white in frozen dark air. “Get in. You like jazz? “Yea, my mom played Peter Gunn for me when I was little.” He’s flummoxed. “Oh Christ, that old TV show. Well, see how you like this.” He punches in an eight track tape.… Continue reading An adventure with Doug

Cue ‘Three’s Company’ theme; “Knock on our door”……. Follow up to Alison’s cryptic comment 2 posts ago………. Yes, dear reader, Alison was referring to this wonderful structure 2 blocks from the school: I was dubious. “Now how the hell do you know that??” She tolerates me, her naive fool, tolerated cuz he kissed good. “When… Continue reading The House of Ill Repute

After seeing the Documentary today………… The veil was pulled back from a memory long ago obscured by hard living and weed smoke. Sometime in the spring of ’69, Steve got the first album. Whilst walking home from the bus, I spy with me little eye a strange car in front of my house. A guy… Continue reading A Pause for Led Zep