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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...party in Denver was small, just Sammy and Rick and Julie and Dina. Deena, said Dina. They went to a drive-in. This is my first time, said Sammy, and he almost dropped the speaker out the window. None of them liked beer so they brought wine. When the movie ended, Rick was asleep in Julie's lap in the back seat. Sammy liked the movie. They went to Julie's house and watched TV but they had finished the wine and the wine had finished Rick and no one wanted to sleep more than Julia so Sammy and Dina...

Author: By David Frankel, | Title: Postcards | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

...misty prism at the bridge. Two eggs and bacon, said Sammy to the waitress. They drove away from the high-way, on a wispy road through craggy moors. The road ascended, then dropped to beach level. Sammy felt sick. Is this it? he wondered, staring out the car window into the fog. Rick stopped the Dodge and they shuffled across the sand. All these beaches, muttered Rick. Sammy watched the ocean caress his feet, walking until the water washed his knees. He took off his shades. What is profound? he called out Rick laughed. Rick found Sammy funny. Sammy...

Author: By David Frankel, | Title: Postcards | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

...place was exclusive; when we knocked on the door, a man opened a little window and spoke through an iron grate, asking us in German for the password. My brother quickly stuffed a nylon panty through the grate and the door opened...

Author: By Sarah L. Mcvity, | Title: Underground at The Whiskey | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

...turned to me. "Alexis' sister?" he asked, "don't you like the plum cake? You're not eating anything." Except for the presence of the servant, I felt particularly at ease with this mildly pretentious intellectual crowd and their coffee-table chit-chat. The sun pouring in the window relaxed the guests, who sat on ottomans around the black grand piano...

Author: By Sarah L. Mcvity, | Title: Underground at The Whiskey | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

Finally, on the last day of school, you made your move. You got on the bus, saw her sitting in a window seat, and with a marvelous display of sixth-grade cool plunked yourself down beside her. Suddenly, as you turned toward her, she stood up in a rustle of papers and streamers, squeezed past you into the aisle and she was gone. Off to another seat, shooting scorning stares at your with her babbling, fifth-grade friends...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Of Ice and Men | 3/12/1980 | See Source »

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