The Man With The Dog Face Wall
It was about 1970, me still in my teenage years. I seemed to waffle in between different groups of people. I lived in the older part of town. Lots of trees, older houses. Pretty spooky at times. The kids were subdued, but still trouble. Quieter and hidden trouble. The dark and the trees will do that to you. I started wandering with some kids in the newer part of town. Maybe it was the open view between the mid-century houses on Long Island, maybe because they were younger families... but the teenagers in this part of town were more vocal with the trouble they caused. Out in the streets more. I don't know why, but I was always up for an adventure. If someone wanted to sneak around an abandoned house or check out the tunnels at the creek, I was your gal. One fine evening I was standing around with some boys. I never got into doing whatever girly things there are to do, and neither did a lot of my girlfriends. It wasn't a big deal. It was ok to be who you were, as long as the cop...