It is the day before Thanksgiving as I write this column. Thanksgiving "Eve", if you will. I hope everyone had a fantastic holiday! What I relate here is of a very memorable Thanksgiving Eve. It also just happens to have been thirty years ago today!
In late November of 1986, I was off from school for the holiday. I was laying on the couch, watching TV and pondering a nap when there came an urgent knocking at my door. It was my old friend Mike . He had just recently gotten his first ever girlfriend and she wanted him to come out and meet her parents. I said "well -- good luck!!" That is when he told me that I had to go along. Why? Because Mike's girlfriend Sandy lived in, as Mike said "The Boonies" and she could not get him to understand exactly where she and her parents lived. So, finally, she had called him and told him that they were shopping at a Food-4-Less store a few minutes from our street.
He was supposed to follow them home and therefore he would know where they lived. Again I said "good luck", But Mike wanted me to go along with him so that I could help him if he got lost somehow. So, I got off of the couch, quickly grabbed some comics (I ALWAYS had books along on trips), told my mother where I was going and we left. When we got to the store parking lot, Mike could not remember what kind of car that they drove. So we drove around the parking lot for a good ten minutes; trying to see if we could spot them outside. Just as Mike was giving up "maybe they are the other store!" We spotted them coming out and getting into their car. We were soon following along behind them. After a few minutes, I started to realize that Sandy probably had not told her mother about the "follow them all of the way home" plan. She kept staring back at us in the rear view mirror. Sandy must have finally told her mother the score, as they kept driving all of the way to their house.
I told Mike that he might earn some points by helping her mother carry in their groceries but he declined to do so. "They only got a couple of bags!" So when they were done, Sandy and her little brother came out to talk to us. While they talked, I read. And what did I read? I read a book that I just recently wrote a column for a few weeks ago -- 1987's Wonder Woman #1! It was the very first time that I read that issue! Mike went in and met Sandy's mother and father. He was only in there for about five minutes (later, Mike told me that her father only had one question for him -- "you got a job?" He told them no and went back outside). After awhile, Sandy mentioned that a friend of ours lived just a few minutes up the way from her house. She asked her parents if she could go with us and show us where Willie lived. They allowed it as long as her little brother went with us.
So, we set out for Willie's place. Willie lived in a trailer atop this small hill. We had to go up a winding dirt road with wide and deep ditches on either side. We all talked with Willie and a few of his brothers for about twenty minutes, before Sandy decided that we'd better go back. So, we took them back home and Mike coaxed Sandy to give him a single kiss. Mike decided that he had to go and tell Willie and his brothers all about this. So, in a hurry we went toward Willie's trailer again. But Mike got a little lead footed in his excitement. When we turned onto the dirt road going up to Willie's place, Mike took he urn too fast. First , the car slide over to the right, then swerved to the left, then right again, then left and then -- into a rather DEEP ditch! We got out to look at the car. The whole left side of the car was laying in the floor of the ditch. Mike was beside himself!
The car was a brand new 1986 Cavalier that his mother had paid over $ 10,000 for! So yeah -- he was upset. He begged me to help him get the car out of the ditch. He wanted me to get behind the car and PUSH while he tried to DRIVE out of that ditch. And readers, I was dumb enough to try to do it too! In my defense, Mike WAS pretty worried. And, I almost got it out a few times. Finally, Mike yielded to the inevitable. There was a house on the lower left side of the road, so Mike went to call Ruth, his mother. As it turned out, the house belonged to ANOTHER school friend named Johnny. He and his brother came out to look at the car while Mike called home. When he returned, he said that he had told Ruth that they had been in an accident. Her first words? NOT "are you OK?" or even "are you and Bryan OK?" Nope. She said -- "you'd better not have hurt that car, Micheal!" That was Ruth, alright!
Well, Johnny sent his brother to go get Willie and they all came down to look at the car. Willie said that this had happened before and he knew of a guy that would get him out of there. So, they called and a man showed up momentarily with a tractor. Mike told them not to tell the man that he had been hot rodding. Willie, looking at the twisting marks on the dirt road, just said "sure. Whatever, man." well, the man got us out pretty quickly and we went home. Mike's car sustained little damage. A part of his left front fender was crumpled up, is all. Ruth reused to get it fixed".
After Thanksgiving EVE, Thanksgiving DAY was pretty anti-climatic! Well, that was Mr. Bronze Age's Thanksgiving 1986; 30 years ago! And I wish all of my readers a happy, fantastic and awesome Thanksgiving Day 2016! Happy Holidays to ALL!!