Countdown to Kianna
Twenty three, 22, 21, 20 days until I get to tell Kishia and Darnell’s beautiful newborn, “Hi, sweet Princess Kianna. I’m Grandpa.”
Memoir-in-Progress: The 70s
From June 1979 to October 1980 — from the summer after my sophomore year in high school to the fall of my senior year — I was a server and later assistant manager of the Belle Drive-In. Don’t get all excited thinking it was a movie theater (which would have been cool). It was a greasy-spoon, fast-food eatery and pinball/pool hall of sorts.
My starting wage was $1/hour. When I was promoted to assistant manager, my wage ballooned to a buck-fifty an hour.
Besides having access to all the Coke I could drink and all the nasty cheeseburgers I could eat, the only real perk was that after closing time on Sunday night, my boss, E.J. Banks, emptied the quarters out of the pinball machines and the jukebox, but left the machines open for me to play to my heart’s content.
Imagine my glee when he acquired the Drive-In’s first video game: Space Invaders.
Nothing takes me back to that time more than the music, so I offer one of my all-time favorites: “Babe” (Styx, 1979).
Grandpa’s message to Kianna, #17: Some people have wondered whether I’ll run out of messages for you. I scoff at those people. Just ask your mom or Mrs. Grandpa: There’s never a time when I have nothing to say.
See you soon!