It was an unseasonably warm Monday evening as I maneuvered my big Oldsmobile right onto Pierson Hill. My girlfriend and I had seen a movie that night and were listening to John Lennon’s Mind Games on my 8 track player for our ride home.
About half way down the hill, for some reason, I took the tape out and we listened to our local rock station. Within seconds, we were at the bottom of Pierson Hill, and the DJ interrupted with the terrible news. By the time I got home, he was dead.
My mom met me at the door and asked If I’d heard. We both were crying
That night, the telephone rang off the hook with friends wanting to see how I was taking the news. My parents had just got cable so I watched the news over and over till 4:00 am. I guess I was hoping it was all a big mistake or a hoax.
My childhood had ended and the insane world we now live in, had just begun.
Wow. Childhood's end in the Oldsmobile. What a tough break. Yikes!
Yep. Nothing bad happened before then. December 8 1980 is the start of all evils in the world.