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--------- I loved my Firsts-----------
,I was hanging out with some friends the other day and as
it turned out we were all within 5 years of each others
age so when we started reminiscing about our teen years
we could all relate to each other. And of course it didn't
take long before we were comparing the differences between
our teenage life and today's teenagers. We talked about our
first cigarette, not nearly as popular today as it was back
in my day, which is a good thing. But my teen years would've
been very empty without cigarettes and my first was very
memorable. Being the super cautious kids that we were, my
best friend Denny and I waited weeks for the right opportunity
to snag two cigarettes from his dad who was the absolute perfect
person to swipe the cigarettes from. He was the perfect
because he smoked at least 5 different brands of cigarettes, so
we could steal two different brands from him not two from the
same pack, which we were sure would be noticed. After we took
the cigarettes we literally ran out of Eagleville and into
Trooper before we decided it was safe to light them up. We
had taken a Kool and a Tareyton 101. Denny asked which one I
wanted and in what I thought was a smart idea I took the shorter
of the two, the Kool. Big mistake, that was one terrible cigarette.
I don't remeber my first beer, I'd been sneaking sips since
Solomon was a sophmore. My first cup of coffee was at either the
*greasy spoon* (Gateway Diner) or Perkins Pancake House. It was
probably Perkins. I remember my first keg party quite clearly, it
was a great first kegger with an unlikely host for any keg party
much less a first keg party, Mark Berger, who was then and probably
still is one of the most decent guys you would ever meet. Never
heard Mark say anything bad about someone and in course ,
never heard anyone say anything bad about Mark. He may have been an unlikely
choice to throw a keg party, but he was also a great choice as it turned
out. I don't remember my first joint or my first hard drink. I do
remember my first legal drink, it wss at the Plymouth Meeting Mall in
a small bar I think was called The Bottle & Crown. My first Oktoberfest,
at the Barnesville Bavarian Beer Festival was great, if only I could
remember it. The last thing I recall about that first one was stepping over
some sleeping bodies on the steps of the main beer hall as we headed in.
My first sexual encounter was not very good, as I've come too learn so many
aren't very good. The less said, the better, it was our first time it wasn't
supposed to be very good. And in our defense, the ladies garments stockroom
at the local K-Mart isn't the most romantic place. Without a doubt ther most
memorable first for most of us was our first car. My generation was without
a doubt the best generation for cars, the heyday of the muscle car and the
two-seater sports car. Today's kids have it so bad because today's cars
have no personality. Back in my day a first car was something special, today
I get the impression that one's first car is no more important than one's
first computer would be to my generation. Let me give you some examples of
first cars from my generation:
'64 Ford Mustang 289 (My first car)
'70 Plymouth GTX 440 six-pack
'64 Pontiac GTO 389 V-8
'69 Ford Mustang Boss 429 (Rare car)
Any VW Beetle 1967-73
Any Triumph Spitfire 1962-74
Any rusted out *boat* so bad
you can't tell what make or
model it was.
An old Hearse (C'mon, could there be
a better first car?)
And now, a brief look at examples of first cars from today's teens.
'04 Toyota Prius (I'm already crying)
Fiat 500L (any year) some think it's
*S* not 5 making it SOOL (Shit out of luck)
if you own this car.
'97 Ford Aspire don't aspire to drive this POS
'96 Geo Metro 'Nuff said, I'm depressed now
I'm not saying we didn't have our share of lemons in our day, but todays lemons
are more sour than our lemons were and they have their share of great cars today,
but our cars were even greater. Cars were also an important status symbol back
then, certainly for my dad's social circle. In my dad's circle there was an
undeniable symbol of success; a Cadillac, you were a success if you owned a Caddy.
Before my dad retired he had owned three. An interesting thing about teens today,
some have the passion we had, my God daughter for example made it clear she wanted
her first car to be a '71 Chevelle 454 CID 450hp 4 on the floor. Yeah, you don't
see her in a dress often. Cool kid, my God daughter. One thing I'm sure most of us
don't recall that I do is the very first time I drove a car. Well it was a Jeep
a '53 Willy's Jeep, an old Air Force Jeep judging it by it's shade of blue. My
dad took me to the field behind our house and just handed me the keys, "Just
drive her around the field, nothing to hit here, it'll be good practice for shifting
a stick. I made a comment about stalling it and he said with great confidence; "This
is a military Jeep, no one can stall a military Jeep. You think they're going to let
someone get killed in action because their jeep stalled? Trust me, NO ONE CAN STALL A
JEEP" Yup, I stalled it, more than once. but it was a good first experience, having no plus size dress for weddings
fear of hitting anything. Well, it's been two years since I gave up my car because my
Parkinson's makes me a danger on the road. I miss driving, it was a big part of life
and it hasn't always been easy to accept, but you do. One of the life lessons I'm
learning as I get older is that we all have our time in the sun, but then it becomes
someone else's time in the sun and you must let them have it. I've found this to be
a good philosophy when it comes time to move on with something in life, tell yourself
you had your turn, someone else deserves their turn now, move on to what's next. Its
that unknown *what's next* that gets you out of bed in the morning.