My folks squandered a lot of loot sending me to college. Studying was the last thing on my mind; first on it was fun.
Weekends provided a target-rich environment for us ruckus-raising fun hunters, but on weeknights the only excuse not to study was provided by the town’s two picture shows.
They had uppity names like Ritz and Bijou, but nobody called them that. We called them One-Stick and Two-Stick … the latter because patrons were obliged to bring two sticks, one to hold up their seat and the other to fight off the rats; the former, a more fashionable establishment, required only one stick … for the rats.
