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The Outlaw Pleasures of My Teenage Fake ID

It didn’t need to be perfect, just good enough that the minimart guy could sell us beer.

 

John Belushi Was Just Getting Started

What lingers is the energy, the libertine dazzle, the fool in motion.

 

The Patriotic Wisdom of Bill Murray’s Silly Speech in ‘Stripes’

We’re still a nation of loyal, sometimes lovable mutts ‘whose forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world.’

 

Why ‘Rocky’ Deserved to Beat ‘Taxi Driver’ for Best Picture

The classic boxing movie offered hope in a bleak 1970s America.

 

What Shop Class Taught Me About Myself and the World

Amid the dangers of the circular saw, we learned how to achieve things step by step



We Never Really Escape the Gym-Class Draft

What I learned in 8th grade P.E.



The Glory Days of Bruce Springsteen, and Me

The Springsteen I loved was the Jersey beach rat before he became the voice of the people



The Bombs Bursting in Air

The fireworks of July Fourths past offered the thrill of the near miss



The Model Rockets That Carried Us to the Stars

When kids built model rockets in the 1960s and ‘70s, they weren’t just hobbyists, but participants in the Space Age.



The Glory Days of the American Mall

In the 1980s, malls weren’t just planters and parking lots but a way of life.

 

Playing Risk Made Cold-War Kids Masters of an Unruly Globe

A board game showed us that alliances have limits, odds don’t predict the future, and it’s fool’s work to invade Ukraine.

 

For a Suburban Kid, There Was No Purer Sport Than Wiffle Ball

We got so good that we yearned for a pro circuit to show off our skills. The game’s simple essence: Make the other guy whiff like an idiot.

 

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