The sight of twelve-foot-high snow banks in my parking lot—with more snow forecast for tomorrow—has brought back a treasured childhood memory: school cancellations.
Freedom from oppression! Independence, self-determination, autonomy—at least for a day! (We would have rioted in the streets against educational tyranny but we weren't convinced anyone would take seven-year-olds seriously.)
But the best part of staying home then—aside from frolicking in the pristine snow drifts—was being able to watch American Bandstand on TV from start to finish.
Such memories prompted me this weekend to take a fresh listen to the old Hit Parade so I could hear how those rock & roll classics stand up fifty years later.