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Onaway to Onaway

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The 3 Water Nymphs of Onaway

Talk about a Throwback Thursday! My dear friend Sue Zuke O’Shaughnessy (Suzuki) just sent me this pic of her (middle), Robin Duke (left) and me (right) – we are posing pretty in a stream during a camping trip to Onaway, Michigan. I remember the moment and the weekend (well, most of it.) I think I was about sixteen there. I know, rawowwww, right? We were such little shits. We all used to lie to our parents as to where we were heading for the weekend – I think we used to use Marcie Byrnes’ mom for a lot of our stories – I believe the story was that Ma Byrnes had a cabin somewhere up north (she didn’t.) But it seemed plausible to our trusting parents. And Ma Byrnes would cover our asses if anyone ever called her about it.

I think Jenny took this picture and was the driver this weekend – we had her Dad’s Ford Lincoln Brougham – we were pimpin, man! But Jenny drove that thing like it was an all terrain vehicle. I don’t think she ever wrecked anything, but there’d be grass, hay and twigs stuck to the bottom when we’d return – I can’t imagine what her Dad thought. My Dad would’ve killed me.

We had quite a few weekends like this one, but the weather was really great for Onaway, the partying was lively with our little biker crew from the big A-P (Allen Park), no one got hurt (safety was always on our minds), and enough beer was consumed. How do you spell success?

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I Have Been Hoodwinked

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I was listening to the latest episode of KFAI’s webshow Jazzed Up and Bonkers on the archives, being quite entertained, when all of a sudden Travis and Dan, or Dan and Travis, both mentioned that Bob Seeger had died. “Oh no! That’s too bad,” I thought, I mean, I hated what he had become, but he was from Detroit after all and quite beloved, and his early work was pretty great. “Aw, that kind of sucks.” After they announced that, they went right to music.

I went to see if there was news about BOB Seegers’ passing, and, of course, nothing. I still didn’t catch on – duhhhhhh – and then they came back on and joked that, of course, they meant PETE Seeger had passed. Aw, what a nincompoop I am, what an ultra maroon.

Dan & Travis are scoundrels and scalawags. I wish I was a prankster, I’d get them back somehow. If only there was a way…a way…a way….

Jazzed Up & Bonkers