The Edge of Fifteen, May 15 – 20, 1974
A few winters ago, I pulled into my parking space in my darkened garage and then spent five minutes looking for a hat that was on my head. Nearing 60, and already worried about aging and the diminishment of so…
The Edge of Fifteen
Oh, the things that could set me off when I was 15 and like a white winged shlub. On February 2, 1974, I was “mad as shit” that my mom had to stop at Roses discount store for whatever it…