Handwritten page of a diary dated November 10, 1962
… because you KNOW that any old boy like me in his tender teenage years would have noticed this magazine page on account of the radioactive blond. But since I know she’d never look my way I paid attention to the TV, which I want to get for my room — for when I get sent there (that happens once in a while, ha ha) or when the family is watching some stupid show.
I knew Dad probably wouldn’t give in, but I didn’t know he’d actually get sore about it. He says “When I bought your mother a genuine Danish TV set with a Hi-Fi record player in the cabinet, I thought that would be all we’d need for a while. Who do you think we are, the Rockefellers? Yes, I’m John Rockefeller all right.” Then he points to his brother Timmy, who he usually calls “Deadbeat” and says, “You must be Nelson Rockefeller.”
Then my mom hands me a little piece of paper and it says “Meet me in the basement at 4 p.m. sharp.” When I get there she and Uncle Timmy are sitting there at a card table. She tries to make it all like a business meeting, but the gist of it is that she and Uncle Timmy are going to buy the little TV. She wants to have it in the kitchen to watch “As the World Turns” and then she’ll sneak it off to my room before Dad gets home from work. She says “I know you like Combat and Route 66 but you have to get it to Timmy’s room in time for the Tonight Show because he likes that new guy.” Timmy says “Johnny Carson.” They want a little of my lawn mowing money, but still — pretty snazzy deal for yours truly!!!!!!!
Then Mom says “On that show Route 66, how do those men have the money to just be on a road trip all the time and never hold down a job?” I was thinking “I don’t know Mom but I’m hoping to figure it out by the time I’m their age.”