Saturday, June 06, 2009


The first day of Summer Vacation in 1970, I got on my bicycle and started riding. I was 13 years old and I rode and rode and rode.
When I finally stopped riding, I found myself 7 miles away from home at a place called Richland Plaza where they had a miniature Golf Course.
I played 12 games of miniature golf, and was about to start the 13th when I noticed the clock behind the cashier.
It was 6:00 PM and I had been gone from home since 9:00 that morning, having left without a word to anyone, and if I pedaled like a madman I might make it home by dark.
I had forgotten about everyone and everything and I knew that I was "in for it" bigtime!
So I pedaled like a madman and as I rolled into the driveway the street lights flicked on, and there was my mother, wringing her hands and mad as hell.
I was grounded for a week.
I like to think of this as the first day of the Summer of my Narcissism which lasted until...


Barbara said...

No real harm done. I'm sure she was just glad you were home safe and sound. I suppose you at least learned to let them know where you were going, but maybe not.

bulletholes said...

ASure Barbara tyhat was my last violation...
When i first got married, i worked nights. Sometimes I would go bowling after work and I would look up and it would be 5:30 in the morning. I'd hang out at the bowling alley for another hour to keep from having to drag my ass in in front of the wife and get my sorry ass chewed out.
It was the wrong thing to do.

West Texas Insomniac said...

In the summer my curfew was "before the street lights came on". I could be gone 14 hours without a worry.

Thirty-some years later, even in small-town America, they'd have issued a statewide Amber Alert.