I grew up in Newark, Delaware, home of the University of Delaware and the Fighting Blue Hens. As a kid I took hearing the marching band on autumn Saturdays completely for granted. Now, looking back, I realize what a gift it was to live close to the Delaware stadium.
In junior high school I had a close friend, Ruthie, who lived a stones throw from a boy’s dormitory. We were eager to get inside that dorm. I was thinking we might actually see a naked boy or two. I didn’t have a brother, so the prospect of seeing boy body parts was thrilling. We dug through her brother Steven’s drawers, pulled out piles of guy’s clothing and dressed up like boys. We then marched our male selves into the dorm. I don’t remember much about it other than the place smelled like sweaty sneakers. No naked guys, but it was still a big adventure.
The college campus was a wonderful playground.
I went to U of D and was an art major in the early 70’s. It was a fun experimental time. Junior year I gave a friend a bong for her birthday. When her dad found it she told him it was a sculpture I had made in class. Wild times and lots of laughs.
That same year I got a job working at the Stone Balloon serving pitchers of beer. My mother was horrified that I was “a bar maid”. The Balloon was owned by a man named Bill Stevenson. His then wife, Jill, was a beautiful blond who would come into the bar looking somewhat bewildered. She later married Joe Biden, and the rest is history.
Who out there remembers the Stone Balloon? Bruce Springsteen played there as did Tiny Tim. The other bar in town was the Deer Park. That’s where the frat boys hung out. The Balloon was for “hippies” according to my ex-husband. Guess I was a hippie. I had a peace sign necklace and marched in a Viet Nam war protest ( but only because I had a crush on a guy who was marching…I now realize a lot of my choices in life were motivated by crushes.)
I dated that boy for about a year. He went on to become gay. I wonder if dating me drove that? He was the drum major in Delaware’s marching band and a fellow art major. We tie died tee shirts together and spent an illegal night in the art studio. He was cute, funny, and a wonderful dancer.
Somehow I wandered off the growing up in a college town topic. Oh well. It’s my blog. I get to do whatever the heck I want with it. Life is good.