Probably shouldn’t

Handwritten page of a diary dated August 19, 1979

… it will ROCK to escape the factory and get back to school, but I needed every penny of every paycheck I made this summer. For one thing, a bunch of us are going to the No Nukes Concert at Madison Square Garden next month, and I didn’t want Skinny Bob to feel left out, so I’m buying his ticket (with his and mine that is a total of $31 PLUS our train fares, ouch).

There’s only one thing I’m pretty sure I need to do before I escape there — every day on my way back from the lunchroom I pass by this old-fashioned switch on the wall in the room that smells like chemicals. And every day I have to talk myself out of flipping it. I do not know why this thing CALLS OUT TO ME. It might not even be hooked up to anything any more, but if it is, and something bad happens, then I might get in trouble, and since this is the only real job I’ve ever had, I might need to use my boss as a reference. What if there’s some future job I really want someday, and my boss tells them “Yes, she showed up every day and worked hard … but then she FLIPPED THE SWITCH and enough extra chemicals were released to force us to evacuate the building for the rest of the night.”

No. A switch that could evacuate the factory would look more modern. Right? And it would be under glass with a lock and key. Right?

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Veering toward Myrtle Beach

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Handwritten page of a diary dated May 25, 1979

… back on the road again, concentrating, sure but driving a long way is tedious. The best thing that happened all day was when Steppenwolf came on the radio, “Get your motor runnin’, head out on the highway.”  That song is at least 10 years old now, and it still WORKS every time. Unfortunately the next song that came on was some kind of horrifying Bee Gees. It was either that or some country station singing “Linda on my Mind.” So the radio went off. Brutal!!

Got windier kinda gradually and next thing I knew I was having to grip the steering wheel because it felt like it wanted to veer left. So I started daydreaming that if the entire U.S. was made of concrete I would just let go and instead of ending up in Norman Oklahoma (where I wasn’t all that keen on spending the winter anyway) I would end up in Myrtle Beach. I saw this magazine picture a long time ago of Myrtle Beach amusement parks. Then there was this girl who looked just like me at a hotel that was RIGHT BY THE OCEAN!!!! You don’t see that in Norman Oklahoma.

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Andy Gibb in our living room

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Handwritten page of a diary dated June 24, 1979

… thought I liked him. Invited him along. Wondered how I was going to get his attention when he was going out dancing with all four of us.

But ouch. He walked in looking like ANDY GIBB!!!  Ha. When I met him his hair was NOT poofed up in back like that.

And another ouch — first thing he said was “What it is?”

Embarrassed, but I thought we’d all laugh about it later. Then! What? They seemed to like him. Talked me into taking their picture with him.

Denise and I finally got a chance to talk in the kitchen.

This is me: “Can you believe him?”

This is her: “Yeah, all he’s looking at is Barb. And you know why? Because she’s wearing a tube top. I would never wear a tube top. To me it’s like you’re saying, ‘Look how easy this would be to pull off of me.’ But wait, you’re the one who liked him. Aren’t you mad?”

This is me: “Um. No Denise. I’m not mad!”

This is her: “But when we first came in here you were singing ‘I Just Wanna Be Your Everything.’ “

This is me: “No. That’s an Andy Gibb song. Oh never mind.”

I told her they could all fight over him, I was bowing out. Next thing I know they’ve all decided to change their plans from going to the club I like that plays at least SOME rock. They want to go all-out disco.

He put the Andy Gibb spell on them — they all caved like a row of dominos.

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