The end of the school year is within the distance of one well-spat loogie for the age appropriate. As a kid, it was the annual re-opening of the campground down the road that was a tangible sign that summer break was close.
Before we were old enough to drive, the campground also served as somewhere to waste the little money we had on things like miniature golf and video games.
At that time, our town was still a couple of years away from having an actual arcade and Atari game consoles were not yet in all our homes. The campground game room was one of the few places to play video games.
Of course, there were three, maybe four games and they were always well behind the times with the selection – Space Invaders when Pac-Man was the rage, Galaga instead of Defender.
Asteroids was a hip as it got.
The couple that ran the campground was on the staff of our high school.
He was a burly fellow, taught shop, and was known to all as Bandsaw Bob.
She was on the bony side, was the school nurse, and seemed to be going for some Jackie Kennedy vibe.
I don’t believe that I ever saw him without a tooth pick lodged in his teeth.
I couldn’t say the same for her.
The game room was downstairs from the gift shop/concierge desk/campground office which was usually our first stop to exchange a few dollars for quarters.
Several friends and I entered one afternoon and found the gift shop vacant. We stood at the counter, growing impatient to blast space bugs and such.
A door behind the counter of the gift shop led to the proprietor’s home and, as our conversation grew louder, we heard stirring from the adjacent dwelling (which was our objective).
Through the door lumbered Bob, muttering about “nobody minding the store” and “been out digging up a stump.”
There he stood, his large, round face flushed and beads of sweat trickling from his forehead met his flat top.
He was wearing nothing but his underwear.
And he had his tooth pick.
“You kids need quarters?” he asked jovially. He was a jovial fellow.
Before we could offer an affirmative, wife Jackie burst through the doorway. “Bob,” she barked. “Go take a shower and get cleaned up for dinner.”
He shrugged. “You all have seen a man in his underwear before.”
We’d seen pictures of Ted Nugent in a loin cloth in music magazines. And now, we had seen our high school’s shop teacher in his underwear.
Of course, in retrospect, I realize that, had this event – which became an oft-recounted part of me and my friends childhood lore – taken place in 2010 instead of 1980, Bob might have found himself in trouble, but there was nothing dodgy.
When you grow up in a small town, everyone knows everyone else fairly well, certainly well enough to know that sometimes a man in his underwear is just a man in his underwear.
Here are four songs that might have provided some clothing suggestions…
Sparks – Angst In My Pants
from Valley Girl soundtrack
Though they never got radio airplay where I lived, I had seen Sparks duet with The Go-Go’s Jane Weidlin on Cool Places in ‘82 on Solid Gold. And, my friend Streuss owned several of their cassettes like In Space, Whomp That Sucker, and Angst In My Pants.
Quirky and amusing, Sparks often had an uncanny knack for getting to the heart of life’s truths amidst all of the melodic musical insanity.
Kate Bush – The Red Shoes
from The Red Shoes
I fell hard for Kate Bush when I discovered her music. It was, like many listeners here in the States, with The Hounds Of Love. I’d read about her and was intrigued, but hadn’t really had the opportunity to check out her prior albums.
Of course, subsequent albums were slow to arrive but worth the wait.
I didn’t like Haircut 100 back in the day. Of course, they weren’t around very long and I never heard their lone hit, Love Plus One, on the radio much.
It was years later – when the song kept popping up on ’80s compilations – that I grew fond of Love Plus One. I finally snagged a copy of Pelican West on vinyl a year or so ago and it was underwhelming.
Favourite Shirts is more manic than Love Plus One and manic Haircut 100 doesn’t have the same charm to me (but I didn’t have a lot of “shirt” songs).
Bob Dylan – Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat
from Blonde On Blonde
I hadn’t heard Bob Dylan in 1980. I wouldn’t begin a relationship with Dylan for a few more years.
Sartorially speaking, Leopard-Skin Pill-Box Hat would have been a fitting suggestion for Bandsaw’s wife. She did have the Jackie Kennedy thing about her.