Tuesday, August 18, 2015
The Best Day of the Best Month of the Best Year
I am a child of the 1970s. I spent my formative years wearing bell bottoms, idolizing David Cassidy, and saying "Ten-four, good buddy."
My favorite year in that decade is 1975, when I was 14 years old (until November), old enough for all the fun, excitement, and freedom of adolescence, but too young for the depression, world-weariness, and angst.
My favorite month in 1975 is August. We had just moved to a big house, bigger, with a double yard.. My brother and I had a room in the attic instead of the basement, and I had carved out a space in the storage room as a "study" where I could "read."
I had a crush on the girl next door's boyfriend.
I learned about oral sex in the church parking lot.
And I was poised to start at Rocky High, a mature, sophisticated, grown-up high school, where you could join the Swedish Club and take cool classes like Ancient History and Arthurian Legends! I had that course catalog memorized!
My favorite day in August 1975 is Wednesday the 13th: football tryouts.
The story continues here: The Naked Goldenboy at Football Tryouts