BE On Everything

Originally Posted by boycotteverything

I remember well leaning against the wall at Friendly's in Tatnuck Square in 1962- DA's well hewn and packs of Luckies rolled up in the sleeves of our t shirts (bulls eye out, always.) What did we care? We had a game... Buy an ice cream cone and stab it up against the bottom of the counter waiting for an old lady to sit there. And when it melted sufficiently to let go it predictably fell onto her black dress spread out taut by he skinny knees. A far cry from Liberation Square. But funny, nonetheless. And at dusk we'd 'tap a Harry'- give an old bum a dollar to buy us some beer. Sufficiently drunk we'd invade the social at Christ the King Church and try, always in vain, to pick up one of those skinny, freckled Irish girls whose mothesr had the bad judgment to think their daughters were safe at any event sponsored by priests. No Liberation Square shit there...