The Shape of Things to Come

Precursor

Lest I forget, and I almost did, there was one event that happened, likely in the fall of 1980, which should be noted here. Several of the usual gang of idiots were at the Village Nite Club late one evening enjoying a rock band – perhaps The Bonnie Parker Band or maybe an early Sharks show. In any case, last call was given and Bobbi, our favorite waitress served the last round, and the talk got a little nostalgic and soon drifted to the bizarre and finally to there should be a “340”. Just like the old days, although gratefully the band or management did not make a stage announcement, a group of us, Phil, Randy (I believe), myself and a few others decided to buy six packs and head over to West King as if it were 1977 and we belonged there. While a crazy idea; it wasn’t that crazy in that we knew Aaron Rye was a tenant there in my old room. So, off we went in two or three cars. I suppose in today’s parlance we committed a home invasion. Into the house we went and up the stairs loud and boisterous. We found Aaron in his room and I don’t know what the others thought on the 2nd floor. I think a family lived on 2 and Aaron was kinda like a sub-lease on the third. In any case we partied, talked, drank beer and, in general, had a good time for an hour or so reminiscing about the good old days which had occurred less than three years before.