You know your cars, Sharron! Galveston was my Santa Cruz with "smells like Coppertone and cotton candy". What great times. I don't remember what we called our "Spolie", I do remember its aftereffects. Thanks for the ride down Memory Lane!
Good vibes, Sharron. Although I was back in the Midwest during ritual time, we did have something similar to a Spoilie and yes, it was made in a trash can. To this day, I don't drink vodka!
In addition to interests in baroque and world music, literature and writing, I also restore and update classic cars for friends. I research and restore systems and components, and am intimately familiar with the Triple 5 Chevrolets. What I’m not so familiar with is the hormone fueled pleasures enjoyed in those cars. Thanks for adding to my knowledge, Sharron.
...or so I'm told. Ah, the vicarious thrills of imagining others' debaucheries. Salt of the earth girls, most of us really, who sinned just a bit ... just enough to give us the giggles if not that sly smile our husbands will always wonder about.
That reads like a Springsteen song, Sharron. Something from one of his first couple of albums, if he had lived on the West Coast instead of the East Coast.
I lived too far out in the country to get into any trouble. Besides it was my JOB to get straight A's. That left no time for anything but homework. Enough rowdyness happened after 40... but nothing to scare the authorities. Not even a hangover. Such restraint! You were the perfect angel as well. Just ask Mom.
Sharron, how do you do this? Turn a story involving 'cheap, salacious entertainment', 'inappropriate liaisons' and 'vehicular mating rituals' into such a gripping, complex and elegant read? Absolutely wonderful!
Good,sort of innocent silliness. Missed that whole thing. Ah well. Took till 45 to find the right one. Keeping him now. ))
One of your classic pieces, great writing!
California to Connecticut and everywhere in between--a rite of passage. Great west coast vibe here, Sharron!
You know your cars, Sharron! Galveston was my Santa Cruz with "smells like Coppertone and cotton candy". What great times. I don't remember what we called our "Spolie", I do remember its aftereffects. Thanks for the ride down Memory Lane!
Good vibes, Sharron. Although I was back in the Midwest during ritual time, we did have something similar to a Spoilie and yes, it was made in a trash can. To this day, I don't drink vodka!
Love those 50's cars!
My father owns a Chevrolet Bel-Air from that era, but it's a '54 rather than a '55.
In addition to interests in baroque and world music, literature and writing, I also restore and update classic cars for friends. I research and restore systems and components, and am intimately familiar with the Triple 5 Chevrolets. What I’m not so familiar with is the hormone fueled pleasures enjoyed in those cars. Thanks for adding to my knowledge, Sharron.
I remember Submarine Races. Enough said
...or so I'm told. Ah, the vicarious thrills of imagining others' debaucheries. Salt of the earth girls, most of us really, who sinned just a bit ... just enough to give us the giggles if not that sly smile our husbands will always wonder about.
That reads like a Springsteen song, Sharron. Something from one of his first couple of albums, if he had lived on the West Coast instead of the East Coast.
I lived too far out in the country to get into any trouble. Besides it was my JOB to get straight A's. That left no time for anything but homework. Enough rowdyness happened after 40... but nothing to scare the authorities. Not even a hangover. Such restraint! You were the perfect angel as well. Just ask Mom.
'Watching the submarine races' is a beautiful piece of slang :)
I've been to San Diego once, Santa Cruz never. Until now.
I knew it. ))))
Wonderful brought me back, as if you where there!
Sharron, how do you do this? Turn a story involving 'cheap, salacious entertainment', 'inappropriate liaisons' and 'vehicular mating rituals' into such a gripping, complex and elegant read? Absolutely wonderful!