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The eighth grade dance! It was without a doubt an event every young boy awaited with a gut-twisting eager dread.

I grew up in the little town of Buckeye, Arizona, and by the time my pals and I reached the eighth grade we knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why, or what we should do about it. Read the rest of this entry »

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It’s A Plot, I Tell Ya!!

A few days ago, I received an invitation to a class reunion, and I was mulling over whether to go or not. Sherry can’t go, but she encouraged me to fly over to Phoenix for the weekend and see my “old” classmates. I was leaning toward going, until I read about the activities they have planned. One of them is a <gulp!> dance!

Back in the day, seventh and eighth grade boys, were (probably still are, today) a mass of roiling testosterone driven pubescence. We knew we liked girls, but weren’t sure why and even less sure what we should do about it.

a 1970s-high-school-dance-2 (2)I remain convinced eighth grade dances were a part of the plot; designed to turn would be macho boys into frightened, blubbering fools.

The lights were dimmed, the girls were giggling, and talking about the silly fools across the room, while the silly fools—that would include yours truly—stumbled around, bumping into one another, mumbling the name of the true love they intended to dance with. True loves, by the way, lasted about two weeks when you were in the seventh and eighth grade.

Those dances were some of the best worst nights of my life. I swear I never felt so good and so bad at one time at the same time. Know what I mean?

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All Wide-eyed and Loving Me

Claudia has the evening shift at the dVerse Poets Pub tonight, hosting Poetics: Fun Fair and has invited us to write about the fair. You know, the one with all the rides and booths and good stuff to eat. So, naturally, I took a trip back in time and came up with the following. I hope you enjoy it! Read the rest of this entry »

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Oh, The Humanity!

The title of this little story is a quote widely used in a satirical manner to indicate faux horror at a happening or circumstance. The horror I am about to impart is the dreaded albeit much looked forward to eighth grade dance. It was without a doubt one of those events every young boy awaited with a gut-twisting eager dread. Read the rest of this entry »

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Forever Changed

This is a work of fiction for the most part. I’m not sure my first kiss was from Lisa (my best friend Barry’s cousin, by the way). But it’s the memory of that spinning bottle, and that fear coursing through a young boy’s brain and body that this little ditty is about. The names, the faces, the places… pick your own, and go back when. That’s what I did. This is my weekly post to the Gooseberry Garden poetry picnic. Enjoy! Read the rest of this entry »

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Oh, The Humanity!

In case you’re wondering what that means, it’s a line from the onsite live reporting by Herbert Morrison when the Hindenberg disaster occurred. The quote has since been widely used in a satirical manner to indicate faux horror at a happening or circumstance; which, is how I just used it. The horror I am about to discuss with you is the much feared, albeit much looked forward to, eighth grade dance. It was without a doubt one of those events every young boy anticipated with a gut-twisting eager dread. Read the rest of this entry »

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Forever Changed

This is a work of fiction for the most part. I’m not sure my first kiss was from Lisa (my best friend Barry’s cousin, by the way). But it’s the memory of that spinning bottle, and that fear coursing through a young boys brain and body that this little ditty is about. The names, the faces, the places… you pick your own, and go back when. That’s what I did. Read the rest of this entry »

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