This week’s “Remember the Time Blog Hop” topic is supposed to be about the time we had an imaginary friend. I never had an imaginary friend. I have plenty of voices in my head, but none of them are very friendly and I work very hard to keep them contained. Rather than bow out of the weekly writing episode, I have decided to break the rules and write about my very first childhood friend, Tim Apwisch (Timmy). I know I am not the first in the blog hop to break this rule as my virtual friend Kelly has done the same thing so hopefully I won’t get kicked out of the club, (oh and real friends sure beat having a jar of pimentos as a friend).
Weekend nights (read me) as high schooler’s while Growing up on Prytania were likely a lot like they are today. We’d typically have a hang out spot that we’d hit to share a few laughs and make some memories. Maybe it would be Frisch’s or the roller rink or perhaps we’d just cruise around. This story entry is all about the ride home on one of those nights. It doesn’t qualify as one of those things that could have killed us, (as in this story), but it’s a fun memory of days gone by with my best friend during high school – Joe Copas. Continue reading