Chapter 25: Leaving Home
I headed off to college about as unprepared as anyone in the history of heading off to college. When I got my class schedule, I was surprised you didn...
Alan Sivell's A Boomer Life
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I’m one of 74,000,000 Baby Boomers. I am writing my life story (on my blog) and narrating it (here) because if I don’t, the only earthly notice of my middle-class, middle-American existence might be a feature story in a nursing home’s newsletter when I reach 110: “Last Surviving Woodstock Attendee: ‘It was a hot, muddy mess.’”
Chapter 23: School is Out
Senior year, I lost a fight to a guy on crutches. And it’s worse than it sounds. He wasn’t even standing during the fight. I was. It started because I...
Chapter 22: Who Are You?
The first time I tasted beer was in my grandmother’s kitchen. We were down from Connecticut in her front-to-back row house in the Flatbush section of ...
Chapter 21: Checking Out More Than Books
It was a seemingly innocent remark. But with it, early in our senior year, our new school president, John Abraham, set in motion one of the hottest so...
Chapter 10a: A Note From Bethani
Last summer I wrote the first 17 chapters of my blog. A couple of those chapters dealt with Bethani, my first serious girlfriend. Since I’m plumbing t...
Chapter 20: The Crossroad
Senior year started off going my way. I was recovering socially after the breakups with Bethani and then Annie. I survived the final football camp of ...
Chapter 19: I Can See Clearly Now
The coaches could clearly see I was no running back. I had no speed, no athleticism and without glasses, could only see to the end of my arm. I did ha...
Chapter 18: Suffering Football
The summer of 1968 – after my junior year – had been a good summer. Most of it was spent working at Lincoln Dairy where I got a lot of attention from ...
Chapter 17: Dating Annie
The exhilarating week of Boys’ State was over. Going head to head with some of the best and the brightest high school students in Connecticut gave me ...
Chapter 16: School Politics … Provides a Path
The relationship crisis with Bethani was resolved and the junior prom was behind us. I was feeling good. It was spring. It was baseball season. Then 3...