I was at camp August 16, 1977 (a Tuesday). I didn’t learn about Elvis Presley’s death until I returned home the following Saturday. I wish I could reach that state of incommunicado now.
Kids invent great entertainment. While rebuilding after a house fire, my aunt, uncle, and two cousins moved into a house at Lake Norman. About 300 feet from the top of the driveway to the end of the pier, with around a 75 foot drop. Those kids would ride Big Wheels and bicycles down the drop, and take a flying jump into the lake. One of those kids designs and builds skate and bike parks now.
I can help you! “You Give Love A Bad Name” (Watch out. I’ll start naming Madonna songs, next.)