Sunday, January 3, 2016


Steve Martin had it all. Most of all, he had a hit comedy record. It was King Tut, and it was 1978.

1978. It was a good year. It had all that a young man would want. Especially this young man.

I have a shirt which boldly claims across its face, 'St. Hedwig 78". I bought it myself, with my own five dollars, a treasure back then. I can't wear it anymore. But both my sons have. I have pictures to prove it.

I asked a girl out and she said yes. I cannot begin to explain how on top of Cloud Nine I was. I hadn't had the courage to ask a girl out before that; the first time I did, she said yes. I'm far out of her orbit now. I found a better girl, and she's had three wonderful children with me. We're still married; that's her rum luck. But the euphoria I felt that was dark, it was late, it was in Stromboli's back parking lot. And it was marvelous.

What I feel right now is intense. It is a feeling which transcends all other feelings I now know. And it all traces back to 1978.

1978. It was a very good year.

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