A Mystery Solved...Others Arise

I've moved a few times and certain things have always accompanied me. My teddy bear, my grandmother's afghan, the Astrums, and a small stack of 45's somehow always make that final cut as the U-Haul is packed.

But why is my name on the label of each of those 45's? My little brother was not a thief and I didn't even have a record player in college, so quite likely my copies of "Watusi with Lucy", "Judy's Turn to Cry", and "The 2,000 Pound Bee" stayed in a box during that move.

The mystery was solved last night when a couple of "the girls" were chatting about the dances in the cafeteria after the football games. It seems that these dances were the real reason that some of our classmates left home on Friday nights having to first suffer the cold of an autumn evening and loud cheering from hard bleachers. Nevermind that some of the guys were out there on the field putting their bodies on the line, others just wanted to DANCE.

Did AHS maintain its own record library? Of course not, silly. We had to bring our own and if we wanted them back, we had to put our names on them! It would seem, then, that I did go to post-game dances with my small pile of records in hand.

My questions for the class: did everyone bring records? did we have a DJ? or did we take turns? Was it officially planned or did it just happen? Help fill in the blank spots in my aging brain.