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    Remembering La Bicoque

    I remember after high school going there all the time with my friends. I’m not sure if that’s how you spell it, but I remember at the time driving my dad’s yellow 1978 Chevy Vega. And remember it was the late 1970s and since I was in high school it wasn’t an old car at the time.

    I have to admit I was not a very responsible driver. Suffice it to say, there was no such thing as DUI back then. And even the DWI laws then didn’t have the same penalties or stigma as today.

    When I think about it now, the terms we used back then should have been a tip-off. Ironic that we used to call “getting wasted,” “getting smashed,” and “going blotto” the names for supposedly having a good time with friends. I remember my best friend Carol Gifford (known as “Giff” to me still today) going out all the time in high school with me and we were both thankful we made it home again in one piece.

    Needless to say I made myself very scarce when I arrived home, which was usually by 1 a.m. because that was my curfew.

    By the time I got to New York City and later Los Angeles pursuing my entertainment career, my tawdry days of drinking and “getting wasted” were way over. I was instead a health nut, ran two or three miles every morning in Venice Beach and then ran to a bakery called the Bagel Broker where I would get a bagel or fresh baked muffins.

    I didn’t even drink coffee back then. I instead would get apple juice – something I still drink today.

    By comparison, for the last 10 or 20 years I have had maybe one beer a month. It has nothing to do with my MS, I just have lost a taste for it.

    This was my first after-theatrical-rehearsals bar. After practicing drama scenes for high school drama class, we thought it would be cool or sophisticated to go to La Bicoque and hang out with older people who were obviously sharing their woes.

    There is a show on TV called High School Musical which is a spin off of American Idol as far as the winners being chosen to be a part of the show. They are all unknown, as we were back then, we just didn’t have that venue to hope for furthering a career.

    So, the talk at La Bicoque was kind of a substitute for those kinds of dreams.

    I did go on to Indiana University where I continued this tradition with hundreds of others in the theater department with me. I can’t remember the name of the bar in Bloomington where we used to hang out, but I distinctly remember the stale beer smell and there was a pizza joint connected to it.

    I recently heard on the news there was talk about a bill to lower the drinking age from 21 to 18 and in my opinion this opens a can of worms. We weren’t all that sophisticated in our judgments back then and I suspect the kids are in the same boat today. At least that’s what I gather from reading my People Magazine and watching entertainment shows on TV.

    Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from Caroga Lake in Fulton County. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com