Carla’s parents would be home any second.  We had stripped her bedroom of valuables, which included black light posters.  Our $50, ‘61 Chevy station wagon had been resurrected from the near dead with love and the addition of curtains.  With gentle coaxing and a cable massage I got six of her eight cylinders firing. “Let’s get out of here, before they get back!”Me and dog looking for...

In high school we were jealous of those lucky enough to be born premature.  Although they were biologically the same age as the rest of us, they were able to get their driver’s license from weeks to months earlier.  A month of waiting in teen time equals about two eternities.  I even wrote a few letters to newspapers and politicians about the gross injustice.  We were given three attempts to pass the driving...

High school is hell, but a high school bully, self-named Danger, contributed more than his share to my hell on earth.  Not just in school.  Everywhere.  Even my after school jobs.  I longed for revenge. After school jobs were easy to get in the 60’s.  Job hunting meant getting three jobs in one day and picking the best.  The winner was a drug store.  A sixteen year old’s dream: being able to gaze and...