CALLBOARD

In a time before Starbucks and i-phones and drones and 3D printing there lived a fascinating group of people.  They called themselves “teenagers”.  They spent their afternoons in the malt shops, listening to Rock and Roll on the juke box.  They divided themselves into groups like “the football team”, “the cheerleaders”, and “the band”.  The girls wore poodle skirts instead of yoga pants and the guys put enough grease in their hair to hold it for a week.

And in this forgotten time there lived a girl named Cindy Perella.  Cindy had one shot at going to the dance with the Captain of the football team, but she got scared.  She ran.  She dropped something.  And that was his one clue to find her.

And there lived a boy named Charlie.  Charlie was full of dreams and songs and ideas.  And with a towel in his hand to clean the tables at the malt shop, Charlie waited for his chance to come.

And there lived Vonni.  Conni.  BullFrog.  Rocco.

And the jukebox played.  Song after song after song after song.  And they danced.  And they laughed.  And they learned that you wait for chances come or you can simply take them…