What a great story John! An opportunity missed or maybe not but such a sweet nostalgic memory. You certainly made quite the impression on her! The strong silent types always leave an impression...just my opinion. ha
I had a party? Eddie Dakin had a pirate party. David Farwell had a party in his basement. I do not even remember this…. I do remember that Kathy Shedd had a necklace with a single mustard seed in clear plastic. My first kiss was at the youth center ( with cages over all the windows to guard against flying basketballs) the previously mentioned 45s, a bunch of nervous kids giggling, shoving and pushing… Snooky Saffords cousin(?), ( friend?) was in attendance and, dreamlike, I found myself alone with her upstairs . It seems like a dream, no lineal arrangement, just scenes: a bell rope, a soda bottle that was full of urine ( WTF) and Carol ( the kissee) up against the wall and the electric softness of lips on lips. If I could remember more and better it would be highly rated, but as it fared against later, clearer , more deserved kisses? Probably a 50. A bottle of urine? C’ mon!!! A slow start.
My home was far from palatial, John.
Mrs Montrone’s arms were like hams!
I didn’t try to be a teachers pet. I was drawn that way.
Had you looked harder in my dad’s office you would have found a copy of Harold Robbin’s The Carpetbaggers… Wowzer! Was I ever glad I learned to read well!! And behind the office door was a Vega archtop guitar in a pink satin lined case , strung with flat wound strings pinned to a Bigsby tremolo… my future.
One of your best, John!! And by the way, it was your fault.
What a great story John! An opportunity missed or maybe not but such a sweet nostalgic memory. You certainly made quite the impression on her! The strong silent types always leave an impression...just my opinion. ha
I had a party? Eddie Dakin had a pirate party. David Farwell had a party in his basement. I do not even remember this…. I do remember that Kathy Shedd had a necklace with a single mustard seed in clear plastic. My first kiss was at the youth center ( with cages over all the windows to guard against flying basketballs) the previously mentioned 45s, a bunch of nervous kids giggling, shoving and pushing… Snooky Saffords cousin(?), ( friend?) was in attendance and, dreamlike, I found myself alone with her upstairs . It seems like a dream, no lineal arrangement, just scenes: a bell rope, a soda bottle that was full of urine ( WTF) and Carol ( the kissee) up against the wall and the electric softness of lips on lips. If I could remember more and better it would be highly rated, but as it fared against later, clearer , more deserved kisses? Probably a 50. A bottle of urine? C’ mon!!! A slow start.
My home was far from palatial, John.
Mrs Montrone’s arms were like hams!
I didn’t try to be a teachers pet. I was drawn that way.
Had you looked harder in my dad’s office you would have found a copy of Harold Robbin’s The Carpetbaggers… Wowzer! Was I ever glad I learned to read well!! And behind the office door was a Vega archtop guitar in a pink satin lined case , strung with flat wound strings pinned to a Bigsby tremolo… my future.
Ahhh!!