***Growing Up Absurd In The 1950s- In The Heart Of The Last Kiss Night
Scene: Prompted by the cover photograph, the memory cover photograph, which graced an “oldies but goodies” CD in a retro-classic (ouch!) rock and roll series. The photo, all black and white as befits a 1950s Kodak moment from Mother’s family photo album before color splashed photos, film, society after the red scare cold war cultural freeze, as might be expected, shows a he, let’s call him Johnny Riley all suited up, tie and white shirt, shirt collar maybe a little tight for a guy who usually wears open collar shirts (or jerseys when he is busting through the opposition’s line in his hungry search for gridiron glory and a ticket to State after highs school and a big chance to leave the dust of old North Adamsville behind, way behind) and a she, let’s call her Peggy McGuire all in fancy dress and she too maybe just a little uncomfortable in such attire since her daily wear runs to blouses and skirts), so both in formal attire dancing, half-dancing, half-embracing, half-kissing (wait a minute that is too many halves, right?). Kissing that last dance kiss as if their lives depended on it, and maybe it does. Or it had better be so else this scene will turn to ashes.
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Johnny Riley had been thinking, thinking hard about Peggy, Peggy McGuire, all day as he prepared himself in anticipation of his date with her for that night’s school dance over at the North Adamsville High gym. Although they had only gone out a few times, a few glorious down the day time beach, out to the movies, and after school bowling at Jake’s Bowling and pizza at Salducci’s times he was thinking hard about her just the same. Yah, it was getting to be like that. More pressing though was, if she liked him too, and he thought she might, what it would be like on their first kiss. She looked like a good kisser but kissing, although he didn’t have all that much experience at it truth to tell, wasn’t something you could tell about by looking; only doing. With that “wisdom” in mind he planned, planned hard, almost as hard as he was thinking about Peggy on how he would “work”around to that first kiss tonight. Yah, tonight was the night he thought to himself later as he made his final preparations, teeth brushed, check, mouth wash, check, deodorant, check, hair tonic-ed and combed, check. Ready.
Scene: Prompted by the cover photograph, the memory cover photograph, which graced an “oldies but goodies” CD in a retro-classic (ouch!) rock and roll series. The photo, all black and white as befits a 1950s Kodak moment from Mother’s family photo album before color splashed photos, film, society after the red scare cold war cultural freeze, as might be expected, shows a he, let’s call him Johnny Riley all suited up, tie and white shirt, shirt collar maybe a little tight for a guy who usually wears open collar shirts (or jerseys when he is busting through the opposition’s line in his hungry search for gridiron glory and a ticket to State after highs school and a big chance to leave the dust of old North Adamsville behind, way behind) and a she, let’s call her Peggy McGuire all in fancy dress and she too maybe just a little uncomfortable in such attire since her daily wear runs to blouses and skirts), so both in formal attire dancing, half-dancing, half-embracing, half-kissing (wait a minute that is too many halves, right?). Kissing that last dance kiss as if their lives depended on it, and maybe it does. Or it had better be so else this scene will turn to ashes.
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Johnny Riley had been thinking, thinking hard about Peggy, Peggy McGuire, all day as he prepared himself in anticipation of his date with her for that night’s school dance over at the North Adamsville High gym. Although they had only gone out a few times, a few glorious down the day time beach, out to the movies, and after school bowling at Jake’s Bowling and pizza at Salducci’s times he was thinking hard about her just the same. Yah, it was getting to be like that. More pressing though was, if she liked him too, and he thought she might, what it would be like on their first kiss. She looked like a good kisser but kissing, although he didn’t have all that much experience at it truth to tell, wasn’t something you could tell about by looking; only doing. With that “wisdom” in mind he planned, planned hard, almost as hard as he was thinking about Peggy on how he would “work”around to that first kiss tonight. Yah, tonight was the night he thought to himself later as he made his final preparations, teeth brushed, check, mouth wash, check, deodorant, check, hair tonic-ed and combed, check. Ready.
And out the door with the keys to father’s, clueless father’s, automobile on loan, on special Johnny loan for this evening because Johnny’s father “liked” Peggy. Johnny wondered, wondered for just a second, whether his father and mother kissed, kissed in the way Johnny was thinking of kissing Peggy not that peck on the cheek early morning out the door stuff. Nah, no way. And as he drove to pick Peggy up Johnny went through his plan in his head one more time. At the dance he was going to dance all the slow dances real close and real physical to get her worked up a little. Then after the dance he would suggest that they go to Salducci’s for some pizza and then down the beach to “watch the submarine races.” Although he wouldn’t say that but more like it was nice night and let’s go down to the beach and watch the moon or something like that. The key though was to get her “in the mood” with that slow dancing.
Well, Johnny picked Peggy up, they talked in the car on the way over, just chitchat stuff, Johnny parked the car, and they went into the dance. No problems that far, and things were going according to Johnny plan because no sooner had they got there than the DJ played Fever by Little Willie John and Johnny “worked” his closeness magic and a few songs later with Long Lonely Nights by Lee Andrews and The Hearts. After intermission the DJ played Ivory Joe Hunter’s Empty Arms, a song, no question, designed to bring lips together. And Johnny could sense that Peggy, every time he held her closer, didn’t try to back off but just followed his lead and stayed close. Yes, this was going to be the night. A couple of songs they sat out as both agreed they were drippy like old foggy Pat Boone’s April Love and Lloyd Price’s Just Because.
Then Elvis’ Love Me came on and they got up again to dance. About two seconds into the dance Peggy gave Johnny the biggest kiss he had ever received in his life, not a long kiss but big, big with meaning, kiss. Right on the dance floor. And then Peggy said she had enough of dancing and since it was such a nice night maybe they could go down to the beach to cool off and “watch the submarine races.” See, as hard as Johnny was thinking about Peggy that day, Peggy McGuire was thinking just a little harder about him, and about why he was taking so long to give her a first kiss like he didn’t want to. So a girl had to take things in hand sometimes. Of course old clueless Johnny only found this out, between kisses, as they were watching those submarine races on that nice night down at the beach. Thanks Elvis.
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