Summer '85
After the school year ended but before the week of nonstop rain there was VBS. The pastor’s wife wanted to try something different so these two middle-aged women came to do a program and they managed to get on Nick’s bad side from the first few moments. They sat at a desk in the foyer signing up the “kiddies” with little registration forms, and it turns out, even though he’s just there to help, they want to sign him up because he’s not fourteen yet.
Not that he knew the word “patronize” just yet, it should be the Twelfth Commandment, the unodeca having been claimed of course by Don’t Get Caught.
The summer itself was spacious with an off-the-record kind of sense, a time for planning yet no goals in sight.
Bike rides around the town, ball-cap donned farmers going places in their pickups, leggy Jolene Connor mowing in orange shorts, otherwise not usually in any mood to stop in on anyone.
One of the Danville channels ran Gidget so a fresh Sally Field is ripe with the strawberries.
Top 40 still rocks for the most part, at least there’s guitar solos to air to. Vance wasn’t around much so the media has a way of either becoming one’s conscious or just a background to it.
Live Aid was on most of that one Saturday, and wow, there’s Sally doing the donation pitch, she sure has aged well, still cute as a button.