Looking up my Past

 When we were young, in Virginia, our parents paid for us to go to a concert in Richmond.  The acts included The Big Bopper, Little Stevie Wonder, the Temptations, The Everly Brothers, and others.  We were taken to the place and our parents would pick us up after.  I suppose they went to a restaurant or dinner club.  There was no cell phone, no way to get involved if we needed them, but we were ecstatic.  We felt so mature and had a lot of fun.  I especially liked the Big Bopper and the Everly Brothers.  We stood in our seats and razed the roof. 

Many of those acts died on a plane shortly afterwards.

 Other times they might take us to a show in Tappahannock, ten miles away.  I saw some Elvis Presley movies, and a couple of Debbie Reynolds films.  In our town of 500, there was no movie theater or place to socialize.  We had to have parties in our homes or go sock hops at school.  I guess we had enough to do, but we were not able to see our idol, Elvis Presley.  We did have an Elvis Presley Fan club.  We did cheers and spoke of his sexiness and charm.

Who did we love?  Elvis, Elvis, Elvis.

I was amoured of Him, and the people we saw on American Bandstand.  We thrilled over the guests, including Ike and Tina Turner, James Taylor, and others.  We often watched the Kids on TV and dreamed of all the fun we could have if we lived there.

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