Once upon a time (that time being three and a half months after I had run away from home back in 1989), I declared that, for the rest of my life, I would never watch the Fourth of July fireworks in the same sky.
Well ... that didn't quite happen as planned ... but, being the freak that I am, it does mean that I have notes from 15 consecutive Fourths of July ... from 1989 to 2003 ... which is why I can definitively say that TWENTY years ago, in 1995, I was attending "Botz's party" in Cornwall, after which one or more of us headed to "the rockpile".
Mind you, the "rockpile" will be a key location in many a memory to come, and was probably already mentioned more than once since this blog started ... but for *this* specific memory aged two decades, suffice it to say that I had a great time back then with, according to my notes, Kyle, Jimmy, Brian, Scott, Staley and Westy (2). (Yep, that's apparently how I noted that *both* Big and Little Westys were at the shindig.)
[Note: because I respect privacy, I will not list any other individuals who may or may not have attended and for whether there may or may not be any significant story related to the events of the night that played out for years after, as that is NOT my story to tell ... until the movie comes out ... and then only after everyone signs the release. Which may or may not be why I have no *actual* picture from that night and had to locate this google image to accompany this post instead.]
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