Beer??? Of course . . . if we can find someone to buy it! Damn, it's tough being young! Maybe Oily will be there. He always finds a way to get beer.
Mom - "John! where are you going tonight?" Me - "Dick Burns is picking me up in just a bit. We're going to St Paul's . . they're having a teen dance there tonight. I'm pretty sure there will be some ministers and stuff there chaperoning". Mom - "OK have a good time!" Me - "Here's Dicko' . . . See ya Mom!"
Dick - "Hi Harv! Hey, where is this dance?" Me - "St Paul's Church. It's on the south side somewhere off of 10th street. We'll find it." Dick - "Why do girls do that?" Me - "Do what?"Dick - "You know, go to dances in groups rather than on a date?" Me - "I think it's because dancing is for girls. They like to dance the fast dances like jitterbug, the twist and all that newfangled stuff. Most of us don't like dancing so they can just dance with each other." Dick - "Whatever, Should give us an opportunity to "shop around".
Dick - "Notice how it's getting dark earlier? Man it seems like just when summer is getting started it's ending!!! OK! this looks like the place! Let's park over there! Hey! I think that Nitka's car! Wow the windows are totally fogged up. Let's give Nick a little surprise. I'll pull in over there and park. Then we can sneak up on both sides of the car, start banging on the windows and say "open up! this is the police! Step outside so we can search for beer!" Me - "Sounds like a plan!" Both -at Nick's car . . . Open up! This is the police! What's going on in there? are you drinking??? Nick - Rolling down the window - What the hell??? What do you guys think you're doing?? Dick - "we saw the windows fogged up and thought you guys might be suffocating from carbon monoxide or something. Just trying to keep you safe!"
Nick - "BS! next time I'm coming out there and giving you some training in "How to win friends" This course includes some bludgeoning!" Me - "OK! OK! . . . Ahhh . . . hey Nick . . . you sure you have no beer in there???" Nick -" Harv!!!!~ " Dick - "Well nothing going on here. Let's go see what's happening on the dance floor!" Me - "OK Dicko' lead the way!"
Dick - "Man lots of kids in here. Who's playing tonight?" Me - "Looks like the "Comets" Let me see . . . The guy on the left is Jerry Leyendecker playing the sax. They say Jerry learned to play that instrument by ear! That's Pete Christensen playing the drums - very popular with the women! That's why Donna always shows up at the dances. Kind of keeping an eye on Pete! Lynn Hanson on the guitar . . . . He is also the bands lead singer. Bill Rathman - On Base fiddle. I don't know who the guy is singing . . . but he's good! Dick - Hey! that's a really good song!
Me - "Hey Torr! Wanna Dance?? Just kidding! How's it going. Did you bring a date?" Torr - "No just shopping around." Me - "Now Torr, by shopping, do you mean". . . Torr - "HARV! Shopping is Shopping!" Me - "Well, did you bag anyone yet?" Torr - "Westover and Ohde are here tonight and Bill wanted to show us a copy of the logo he is working on for the club. Let's go talk to them." Me - "Hey Westy! have you seen Bill?" Westy - "Yup! he's right over there Hey Bill! come on over lets talk. Where's Hoffman? and Wojta?" Torr -"There they are! Hey guys! come on over Ohde has an update on the logo!" Bill - "Hi guys I have a copy of the new logo - here, what do you think?" ALL - "Really nice Bill! " Bill - "I'm having a seamstress sew a sample on a neat blue jacket I found. I think it will look great!" Torr - "I think I speak for all of us Bill when I say . . . Nice Job!!"
Westy - "Hey guys, I really love this song - I'm going to dance with one of those pretty girls in the group over there! See Ya!" Bill - "There's Karen Duenkel - I'm asking her to dance!" Me - "Hey Torr - have you seen Nitka?" Torr - "Yes! I think that him right there!!!" Me - "Who is he dancing with?" Torr - "Do you have to ask???"
Me - "Hi Lovey! wanna dance?" Lovey - "Sure! You know I really love these dances in the summer. Kind of gives us something to do!" Me - "Me too!"
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