Ricky Brent was my first friend in South Carolina. My behind the house neighbor, a short path through the kudzu and dense loblolly pines, our friendship was inevitable. He was a big […]
When we moved to South Carolina I decided that I wanted to take the bus to school. There was no particular need for this — my mother worked now, so she could […]
(When I wrote this one I was very concerned about the language, but teenagers in South Carolina circa 1979 didn’t speak like enlightened 21st century people. These can be difficult decisions to […]
One morning before home room the perky girls began tacking hand-lettered signs all over the school. Two weeks from Friday we were invited to attend a sock hop in the school gym.
Money was tight for twelve-year-old me: allowance, what I could get mowing lawns, that’s about it. Used record stores didn’t exist, at least not in Spartanburg, and new records were expensive. Enter the […]
It was tough facing my seventh grade classmates following Chuck’s and David’s party. That evening Chuck flatly declared that no one wanted me there, that I had invited myself. He’d held up […]
KISS released Unmasked shortly after my thirteenth birthday. I begged my sister to drive me to the record store the day it was released. Brand new KISS! I couldn’t wait to get […]
“Life is too short to have anything but delusional notions about yourself.” – Gene Simmons My first KISS sighting was in 1976 in the Chicago Tribune. It was a feature story about […]
By the time we settled in South Carolina I had embraced fully my outsiderness.
Shortly after Independence Day 1976, we moved to Texas and reunited with my father.