When did ‘The Rock” wash
out of both my parents’ souls*?
Three boys might so do!
- (I saw them, even, jitterbug that hot Summer night, swingin’ and a-stampin’ to the 1950s beat that maybe was a few years younger: both had smiles I never saw before and the way their fingers touched as they passed in time told me something I would wait decades to understand. But it did help to explain why we three boys HAD to go to The Ritz all day Saturday – six RC ‘Cola bottle caps – rescued from a nearby gas station dispenser’s box and then a buck – plenty enough for a soda and a treat (often if I didn’t like the movie I’d keep the dollar and go to the library and join up with Glenn and Storm at showtime’s end to trudge the small mile home – safe in those days.)