I first did it around 1970, in Boston. My mother knew about it and was mortified.
My grandmother found out and nearly fainted. Fortunately, my father was
oblivious. Every once in a while I still do it, just for fun. I still get psyched every once in a while, before a big party or a wedding.
My first time was in Kenmore Square, in a funky loft upstairs where with a little
babysitting cash I could pretend I was in Haight-Ashbury or the Village,
not eighth grade. I was hooked. Continue