I’ll never forget my cousin Arlene. She was and is a beautiful girl/woman. We learned a lot together when we were younger.
Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, lived next door to me and my parents when she was ten years old.
Because there were so few children living near us, none, we of course got used to each other. Actually we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was close to a quarter of a mile away and they had no children of our age.
My wife and I had another one of our legendary fights and I decided to just go to sleep in a hotel for the night and just relax. The clerk stared at me strangely when I checked in at 9:00 and had no ID. I explained to him the fight with my wife and how I left my wallet at home and the story about my emergency supply of money in the car and, with a $100 tip, I quickly had a room without asking questions with double queens.
Wow, how things change with every decade that pass us by. I was born in the late 50 and grew up with loving rock music and the long-haired tires of time. I grew up in the age where girls wore short skirts and pants more rarity than the norm if you wanted to look good for the boys. My parents had their hands full with me, but I never hurt them until I was 17. I remember being in the 11th grade and it came to Spring Break. That’s when I never heard of the big spring break adventures that kids today know so well. I just knew we had a few weeks off, and I wanted to do something nice instead of sitting around and let the two weeks slip away. It was my best friend. Kelly who brought me the paper cut that would change my whole life. There was a comment at the entertainment section that one of my favorite bands of all time would play at our convention center next Saturday night, which was exactly half the spring break.