If You Can Remember

The late Jefferson Airplane founder Paul Kantner is often quoted: “If you can remember anything about the sixties, you weren’t really there.” I suspect we can apply this theory to many incidents in our lives which are remembered as wild or insane but ultimately as confused and possibly shameful.

How many wild nights have you experienced? Or should I ask how many do you remember?

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FEllatio 2 – 0880

Was it called Channel 100?

I had been living far away from my ancestral three-bedroom ranch for several years but flew home to bathe in the sunshine and marvel at my Father’s new 21 inch color television console. But the real magic was a small set-top box that offered access to a select few near-first-run movies. Soon I was staying up late relaxing in Dad’s Barcalounger watching R-rated movies they just didn’t show on broadcast TV in New Jersey.

One I remember was a frightening flick with a Zackerle style crypt keeper and a spinning metal ball flying around with its fangs akimbo. It was satisfactory gore but when I rewatched the movie years later, it was just silly. I probably watched at least six movies, but the one I remember best was a little horror-fest called Black Christmas.

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