Word: kidded
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...aging but able Bob Feller. I bet every cent I won (about two bucks) at long odds on the hometown boys, and the Giants win in 4 as Dusty Rhodes emerges from the bench into ephermeral glory. I end up with about 12 bucks and considered myself the richest kid in town...
...admit that story you told on him -- about the time he let the skunk into his parents' bedroom -- was pretty funny, but he didn't like you "writing up" what he was doing there, 42 years old and going through papers in their bureau drawers, like some stupid kid, trying to find out the deepest, darkest of all Midwestern secrets, which is what kind of money they make...
...twosome together is both inevitable and not very favorable to either. Vogue Magazine suggested that the only people who should be reading the two books are parents of Bennington students, because "within ten minutes of finishing either, you will be on your way up to Vermont to pull your kid out." And in Vanity Fair, James Wolcott wrote an almost scholarly piece on the chroniclers of the young and wasted, pronouncing them "too numb to feel, to cool to care...Current fiction is festooned with their razor cuts and insignia. Listen closely and the lite-FM melodies of Ann Beattie...
When he was still a lonely high school kid in Martins Ferry, Ohio, the factory worker's son who would later become -- in Critic Peter Stitt's phrase -- "one of the very great heroes of American poetry" used to drop by Margret Ashbrook's house and slide his poems across the table for Margret and her mom to see. "He showed us a poem that had the word slob in it, and we told him that was an unpoetic word," recalls Margret. "But he said that's how it is, and that's how he feels, and that...
...always said it was the devil's music. So why shouldn't the father of '50s rock 'n' roll look like every white kid's slumber-party dream of Satan? A slim body, supple as sin. Wavy hair, drenched in Valvoline and just full enough to hide those telltale horns. A face already etched with pain and promises. Cocoa-color skin drawn taut over Jack Palance cheekbones. A smile that offered a great time on the way down. Chuck Berry might sing about School Days and Johnny B. Goode, but teens knew that his songs -- from the opening guitar riff...