Veering toward Myrtle Beach


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


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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Flower child

flower child

Handwritten page of a diary dated June 8, 1998

…  trying to decide whether to go to the reunion because I know they’ll play songs from when we were in high school, and it has been my lifelong goal to never hear the Bee Gees sing ’Stayin’ Alive’ ever ever ever again.

But I keep thinking about Alan McConnell. We went to school together for three years and we were the only ones who didn’t buy into disco. It seemed like we were both trying to keep the peace and love thing alive even though it was flat dead by then. And I always wondered why we weren’t friends (or more). EVERY time I’d see him in the hall, we’d look at each other and I could feel something connecting us, like a red hot live wire of electricity. But I only saw him once outside of school. I was supposed to collect unusual leaves for an art project and I practically bumped into him in the middle of Thompson Park. It was the first time we talked and I still have no idea why it was the ONLY time we talked, since it was the single best conversation I’d had in the first 18 years of my life and it lasted four straight hours and then we planned to meet back there the next Saturday but he didn’t show.

I saw his name is on the list of people who have signed up to go to the reunion so I practically HAVE to go because now I’m not afraid to ask him why we never talked again after that one day. And I WILL find out — even if it means I have to hear ‘Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother you’re stayin alive, stayin alive. Ah ah ah ah stayin aliiiiiiiiive.’


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Hypnotized at the disco

Handwritten page of a diary dated October 18, 1975

finally says he will take me to the new disco place in Columbus and we’re dancing and minding our own business when this girl shows up beside us with a camera.

I look at her and she’s gazing at Scott like she wants to eat him for breakfast. And then I look at him and he’s staring at her like she’s transmitting waves from a radio station he’s been waiting to hear since the day he was born.

Well, I didn’t let go of him at first, but then I figured I might as well because I knew already that I had lost him. He gave me a ride home but I don’t expect to hear from him today, that’s for sure.


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