Completely in the Dark

The year 1975 came and went without record. Literally.

On Jan. 1, 1976, in my shiny-new, dark brown Page-a-Day diary, the entry reads: “…another chance to start a diary which I have neglected for a year. It looks as if 1975 will be forgotten. Oh well! It was a so-so year.”

This is what freshly minted 16-year-olds do: Discard whole years in a blink.

Which is a shame because in the fall of 1975 I started high school.

Presently there are four grade levels at my old high school. That year we entered at the lowest rung—10th graders, sophomores. Also it was a new school regimen, a modular system, whereby depending on the day (an “A,” or “B,” mod day), you attended some classes and not others. Never understood the point of that, but it took some of the boredom out of going to school.

Into the winter…