Stevie "Guitar" Miller. You'd hear Arthur P. say it all the time. "Stevie "Guitar" Miller on the RIF...........BABY!" I wondered if there was a parallel universe where Steve Miller played some really great guitar. Maybe there were earlier albums that I was unaware of where he really played. If so, they never played anything from those.
Whether Steve Miller was or was not a great guitar player is beside the point. His album (in this case, 8 track), "Fly Like An Eagle" was the soundtrack of the Summer of 1976 for myself and any one else that ever cruised the neighborhoods of Royal Oak with Nick La Puma in his car.
Nick La Puma was about a year older than I was as were my cousin Steve, Nick Giachetti and Terry Lampman. Nick had recently begun driving and had been given an early 70's dark blue Chrysler Newport by his Grandmother.
We spent a whole lot of time driving around in that car and I can only remember Steve Miller's "Fly Like An Eagle" coming out of its speakers There was never a real destination. Just driving. I do remember one time that Nick's Grandmother (who was Greek Orthodox) really wanted him to attend a tent revival. He didn't want to go. His Mom pressured him to go and wouldn't let up. Finally, Nick agreed to go but brought cousin Steve, Nick Giachetti, Terry and myself along to help make things a little more fun. My parents didn't want me to go. I went anyway. We took the Chrysler of course. This tent revival was a mob scene in the parking lot of the old Troy Hilton. We figured that we could get in and out real quick, Grandmother would be happy and my parents wouldn't even know that I had been there. That's not what happened. We were totally blocked in by cars. No way out. Guys were speaking in tongues, handling poisonous snakes, suddenly, the blind could see and the lame could walk. It was like nothing we had ever seen before. After a while, we grew bored of all the miracles and decided to go swimming in the hotel pool in our underwear. We didn't get out for several hours. Grandmother was proud of Nick and my Mom and Dad were really upset with me.
We also played Putt-Putt miniature golf several times that summer. That was a real great place with a bootleg Dairy Queen connected to it. It's now an office plaza. Steve and I even brought our own golf club and balls and played in the off season.
The Summer of 76 was between middle school and high school for me. I was a little anxious. There would be a lot of new people. It would be a whole new world.
By August, things had become too hot and just plain boring. We were just driving down any streets and hoping for some kind of excitement. One day as we drove north on Wilson Avenue, two girls playing Frisbee moved from the middle of the street to the west side to make way for the Chrysler to pass. Nick slowed the car down. I knew one of the girls. The other girl I had never seen before. She had long, dark brown hair,a great tan and the a beautiful face. She wore cut-off jean shorts and a tight pink shirt. She appeared to not be wearing a bra and had fantastic breasts. I remember wondering if she would be in high school in September. She was something else. I had all kinds of crazy thoughts go through my mind all in a split second. That second of bliss came crashing to a halt when Nick, in his trademark macaroni and cheese voice said "nice titties!" right out loud to my dream girl. She just stared at him with a look of disgust, still looking totally sexy though. I wondered if I hid my face fast enough, would she not notice that I was in the car. I was going to need to find her as soon as school started. I am not exaggerating when I say that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. And yes, nice titties. The most beautiful I had ever seen. Then, it was over and we were turning right onto Gardenia and off to more boredom.
The summer of 1976 for us was finalized the day before school began. It was a very gray, cold and rainy day. Cousin Steve, Nick Giachetti, Terry Lampman and myself decided we had to do something fun on that day. We drove to Stoney Creek which was a beach that also rented little sail boats. Since it wasn't beach weather, we decided to rent two sail boats. Steve and Terry were both experienced sailors, Nick and myself were not. So, it only made sense that the experienced shared a boat leaving Nick and I to sail out into the middle of the lake and get stuck there for what seemed like hours. We had no idea what to do. A guy in a boat with a motor on it was heading in our direction and Nick wondered out loud if maybe he would give us a ride or tow us back to shore.
The guy looked like he was coming to help. He got closer and closer and just passed us like nothing. When it was clear that he wasn't going to save us, Nick yelled, "hey give us a ride, ya son of a fucker!"
We finally caught a nice breeze that brought us in. We left Stoney Creek wet and cold and drove home in cousin Steve's green Nova. A bad last day of summer to say the least.
The highlight of my summer though was the girl on Wilson Avenue. I can still see her in her pink shirt,cut-offs and those pretty brown legs. I don't think you understand, I see her like it was yesterday afternoon. What a face! And, in Nick Lapuma's own words, nice titties!
Wow, great story.
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