I can hire one half of the working class to kill the other half.~Jay Gould

beLabored

by: hhex65

Mon Sep 07, 2009 at 09:00:00 AM MST

When we got back from Europe in 1978 my Dad inexplicably took us down to South Carolina for a week's vacation at some kind of gated cabin community around a lake. It was supposed to be a surprise and boy was it. I mean it was weird because my Dad was born and raised in an urban situation up north,-- what was this sudden affinity for the South all about? Maybe he felt it was exotic. Anyways, I wasn't really an outdoorsy type of person, although I played sports I never showed an interest in camping or sh&t like that.

But that South Carolina thing, man, what a wreck. At the end of the week they were having a talent show and I practiced singing "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" and intended to get up there and perform that. I bailed at the last minute, though, thank god. That is one time I remember that I was grateful to my parents for never showing signs of encouragement or support for my endeavors. I also remember writing a short play in a little tiny spiral notebook on the drive back home. It was a rip-off of The Skin of Our Teeth by Thornton Wilder, featuring Sha-Na-Na and some other people from the movie Grease.

hhex65 :: beLabored