I’m 30,000 feet above the Earth as I’m beginning this week’s story, on my way home to Sacramento. My visit was a quick-in, quick-out trip to help celebrate the 80th birthday for my wife’s mom. Although it was a quick visit, it was a productive visit, a lot was accomplished.
There’s not going to be a damn thing you can do about it
Even in Ohio, summers can get very warm. The Cincinnati area gets its fair share of humidity so when you grow up without air conditioning in the early 70’s, you’re scratching around for quarters so you can get into the movie theater. Moms like this plan too since it gets the annoying kids out of her hair – maybe she didn’t want A/C. One day in 1971, we went to see Billy Jack, (I think the group was Me, Tommy, Rich, Diane and someone else). The Cinema West would let you stay indoors there for as many times as you wanted to hear Coven sing out One Tin Soldier so when after the first viewing we saw the lighted Second National Bank sign read 105 degrees, we all knew we were gonna’ get to see Billy take his right foot and whop Posner on that side of his face, (again and again).
I was 13 that year, Diane and I were summer lovers (link). It was a great summer. We all had summer passes to the local community swimming hole, Wilson Pool, located directly next door to the Soapbox Derby track. Most hot days we’d all pick up and walk down to spend the day at the pool. The pool was generally well staffed and taken care of in those days. It was a great place for us pre-high school kids to hang out at. Continue reading →