| 02/20/09 02:38 PM |
#318
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Suellen Etzcorn (Foster)
Steve,
Your word contribution to our class song was flashback perfect! I'm remembering a particular Harah Hill night raid, (and it may have been THE raid), when a bunch of us were spending the night (wink-wink) at Sue Brown's house, about a half a block away from the 'Hill' - no wonder Sue was so popular!
Word on the street was, "party on Harah Hill tonight." We were just naive (i.e. stupid) enough to think that Barney Fife and his good ole Township buddies, couldn't possibly be onto us... Can you say "duh"?
What a great party on top of Harah Hill that night, under the moon and the stars! Picture perfect fall weather. An abundance of hot guys to drool over. The smell of autumn leaves and reefer drifting through the air. Tons of Strawberry Hill and plenty of girlfriends to hold your hair while you puked your guts out in the apple orchard. Ahhhh... Good memories!
I do believe that was the night raid that I climbed high enough up an apple tree that I couldn't be seen by the police. And my luck didn't stop there, folks! A really cute blonde guy that was a year ahead of us, Rob Marshall maybe (?) climbed the same apple tree! What are the chances...? I was so sure that he purposely picked that apple tree because, in my own little head, he must have been in pursuit of me! After all, who wouldn't want a piece-of-Sue-candy when I was sportin' my new, Bobby Brooks, plaid, wide-legged, cuffed, bell bottom hip-huggers and matching crop-top; obviously, before I had a developed a post-pregnant, meat curtain. Much to my dismay, our encounter in the apple tree that night was the first and ONLY time Rob ever spoke to me, and I think all he said was, "move over so I can climb higher!" Of course, I was thrilled he spoke directly to me, and dreamt about what our babies would look like for the next year-and-a-half! When reality finally set in (the year-and-a-half later...) I was crushed that he didn't think the same about me as I thought about him! Imagine that!! Oh well, he's probably fat and bald with stained, false teeth by now...
Well, after we stopped hearing a lot of commotion, my husband-to-be and I, climbed out of the apple tree and headed our separate ways, like... forever! I was running back to Sue Brown's house, and passed a police car with Beth Beers in the back, bawling her head off and begging to be let out, which to my recollection, is against the law. I guess Barney was busy dragging more of us drunken juvenile delinquents outta the apple trees, cause there wasn't a cop in sight. So, of course, I opened the police car door and then ran like hell. Barney could have NEVER caught me... but Beth sure did. I KNOW I had a good head start on her, but that girl streaked past me like I was standing still. She sounded like a herd of horses as she was coming up beside me! Needless to say, we both made it back to Sue Brown's house, completely out of breath and laughing so hard we cried!
The next day when I finally worked through my hangover and made it back home, my mom asked me what I did the night before and I replied, "Oh, nothing much."
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