39. That Sleepwalk Should Be Over By Now

My first bicycle was a sixth birthday present: A blue Montgomery Ward knockoff of a Schwinn Stingray; sissy bar and ape hanger handlebars; a black banana seat with a white racing stripe.  I wasn’t a quick learner so I spent the first few weeks running next to my ride, up and down my neighbor Swede’s driveway, imagining the boss wheelies I would eventually pop.  Eventually I tamed the beast and learned the secret of childhood:  Two wheels expand the neighborhood.

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22. Life Begins at the Hop

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.  It sounded pretty old-timey to me, like something from Happy Days.  On the other hand, the girls seemed pretty excited about it, and where there were girls there was the possibility of brushing up against a boob.  That was good enough for me.  Lee G was excited, too, but for breastless reasons.

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