It was hard then to know just where you fit in and why should it be any different now? God knows I didn’t know where I fit in forty years…
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When you were a kid did your neighborhood friends ever gather for a pickup game of football in an open field on an early autumn Saturday afternoon? And did you…
Bombast, drama, fantastical lyrical imagery, banshee vocals, killer riffs and pinball arcade synthesizers. What more could a thirteen-year old boy in the year 1978 ask for? “Okay Boomer, so some…
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Fourteen year olds as a general rule have an innate ability to say some remarkably stupid things. In December of 1979 eleven people were killed by asphyxiation when they were…
Those Brigadoon memories of a long gone community that went by the name of Carrollton are beginning to evaporate. Those vivid, brilliant visions of summer nights and streetlights and wanderings…
They came in old cardboard boxes with white water lines and black mold. They came in plastic totes, softened and misshapen from the strain of the collective weight within. They…
To the best of my recollection the layout of Pattonville High School circa 1982 went something like this; facing the front of the school there was tiered parking and a…
I was around seven or eight years old when I got word of a kid whose father had a garage full of brand new GI Joe’s, that you could…
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