Freddy Gage lived on the rim of the canyon, Temescal Canyon , where the high school would be built . He was having a garage sale . Somehow I wandered by and bought two albums . I was a kid . Why I went to a garage sale and why I had money I don’t know . What year was it ? 1962 , maybe . I bought a Fats Domino record . I think it was Blueberry Hill . And Link Wray and TheWraymen . Never heard of Link Wray ? Sometimes I think of those two albums as a connection of mine to the 1950s . Sure , I lived through the 50s , but as a kid . I never rolled a pack of camels in my Tshirt sleeve or wore a D.A . Never ever used ” Daddy-O “, or ” ankle biter ” , or “cloud nine” , and never jacked up my chariot so the front end was so close to the ground that the man would hassle me about it . Three inches I think was the legal limit .
I had a neighbor , though , Lance , who did all of that teenage stuff . Black leather jacket . Attitude . Lance was a real cool cat , always in trouble of one kind or another with the keepers , I think , but always willing to stand up for us small fry neighborhood kids . I remember him for that . Lance could’ve been the model for the Fonzi character . Seems like a long time ago now , the 1950s .
And that’s the word from the bird . Now I’m gonna cop a breeze . See you later alligator . I’m cuttin’ out . You dig ?
I’m quitting this blog and starting another . Itkindofgotawayfromyou kind of got away after 685 posts . Don’t worry , though . I’ll let you know
where I’ve wandered to to where I’ve wandered .
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