Dear Gentle Readers,
The last few weeks I’ve noticed several teenage prom-goers out on the town in NYC and SF. Achingly-young. So earnest, so adorable.
Careful posture, careful outfit-awareness. Trying so hard for something … insouciance? If not sophistication, at least some semblance of whatever masquerades as cool these days.
A question for you pool players. Was there a similar billiards moment when you tried to pass from childhood to … well, something higher? Or at least something different? A rite of passage, poolroom version?
Perhaps a triumph over the former king of the pool hall? A wager that you couldn’t afford to lose? A tipping point where you realized you really had elevated your game? A fight? A parental confrontation?
As Bob Frost noted, ‘Two roads diverged …’
What was your fork in the boulevard, pool-wise?
Nostalgia is my life,
Sunny
P. S. I would wager, based on their demeanor, that most of the NYC kids were from Connecticut, Jersey and Long Island. SF? Marin, East Bay and the Peninsula. Just a guess.
P. P. S. So, okay, I, personally, was between boyfriends for my prom years. Big deal. I had a blast with my girlfriends. End of story. Case closed.
P. P. P. S. Bite me.
P. P. P. P. S. No, I’m not bitter. Not after all these years. That would be silly.
The last few weeks I’ve noticed several teenage prom-goers out on the town in NYC and SF. Achingly-young. So earnest, so adorable.
Careful posture, careful outfit-awareness. Trying so hard for something … insouciance? If not sophistication, at least some semblance of whatever masquerades as cool these days.
A question for you pool players. Was there a similar billiards moment when you tried to pass from childhood to … well, something higher? Or at least something different? A rite of passage, poolroom version?
Perhaps a triumph over the former king of the pool hall? A wager that you couldn’t afford to lose? A tipping point where you realized you really had elevated your game? A fight? A parental confrontation?
As Bob Frost noted, ‘Two roads diverged …’
What was your fork in the boulevard, pool-wise?
Nostalgia is my life,
Sunny
P. S. I would wager, based on their demeanor, that most of the NYC kids were from Connecticut, Jersey and Long Island. SF? Marin, East Bay and the Peninsula. Just a guess.
P. P. S. So, okay, I, personally, was between boyfriends for my prom years. Big deal. I had a blast with my girlfriends. End of story. Case closed.
P. P. P. S. Bite me.
P. P. P. P. S. No, I’m not bitter. Not after all these years. That would be silly.