This immediately transported me to my living room in Pullman, Washington, early 1965. Picture several white, middle class, Methodist Youth Fellowship kids gamely visiting and dancing with young Black Peace Corps recruits from the Deep South. Plenty of snacks and soft drinks, my parents somewhere in the house. I recall it was a pretty good evening, despite the natural teenage awkwardness.
I have no idea how the connection was made, or why in the world they were posted to Pullman, possibly an even more alien environment than Roseburg, Oregon.
That explains why she didn't come reaching down to bail me out!
Thank you. An enjoyable and humorous piece. The detail and apt descriptions throughout the piece were a hoot!
I remember this well!
In Mom's values, speeding tickets were akin to drinking. Both were indicative of low morals!
I agree with Allan's comments below. Thanks
This immediately transported me to my living room in Pullman, Washington, early 1965. Picture several white, middle class, Methodist Youth Fellowship kids gamely visiting and dancing with young Black Peace Corps recruits from the Deep South. Plenty of snacks and soft drinks, my parents somewhere in the house. I recall it was a pretty good evening, despite the natural teenage awkwardness.
I have no idea how the connection was made, or why in the world they were posted to Pullman, possibly an even more alien environment than Roseburg, Oregon.
I really enjoy your writing