It was the summer of 1978, the summer after graduation, the summer of driving around late at night, listening to music with the windows rolled down. It was Night Fever, Hot Blooded, Take A Chance On Me. It was working at McDonalds in the morning and rehearsing and performing at Theater Under the Stars at night. It was Minsky's Pizza, Putsch's, the Alameda Plaza coffee shop and Winstead's. It was jeans shorts and spaghetti straps, flowered sundresses and long hair. It was Grease and Danny and Sandy and Hopelessly Devoted To You. It was Lake Jacomo and frisbees and friends and Blue River Road. It was red, white and blue bomb pops. It was Steely Dan and Bob Seger. And Genesis. And Jackson Browne. It was the end of one road and the beginning of another.
Mama Kat's writer's workshop: write a post in just 12 lines.
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| Senior Pic from yearbook. (Here's when I found out I don't have many pics of me. Time to visit mom and procure some inventory.) |
Mama Kat's writer's workshop: write a post in just 12 lines.
