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My Last Year of Elementary School was Spent in the Sixth Grade. It was the Worst of Times, It was the Worst of Times.

My last year of elementary school was spent in the sixth grade. It was the worst of times. It was the worst of times. It was the worst of times.

That chapter of my life I wrote in the 1970’s. I adorned myself in the most horrendous fashion, namely striped bell-bottomed pants. My hairstyle was that of an orangutan holding two high tension wires. I was a redhead with hair poking out of my head seventeen ways to Sunday.

The one thing I avoided like the plague (and I consider this the most important even today) was  disco.

It is difficult to understand why I shied away from such classic hits as: Shake Your Booty, Shake Your Groove Thing, Everybody Dance Now, and (who could forget?) Kung Fu Fighting.

That part of my life was certainly a unique time to grow, especially once I passed through the mid-70s and began to drive.

Even though I made it through the worse fashion created, alongside the worst hairstyles a comb dare run through and the most unlistenable music ever written; I wouldn’t take a million dollars for the experience and wouldn’t give you a nickel for another just like it.

Have an uneventful week, may God bless you richly, and please . . . I’m begging ya, if you hear the Bee Gee’s squeaking about someone having a fever and a particular day of the week . . . I believe it was Saturday. . . plug your ears and run!

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