When The Clock Strikes Twelve

There is obviously a generational difference in the meaning of the word curfew.  During my high school years I had a curfew of 12 midnight.  I diligently kept an eye on my watch with pep in my step trying to get home to not miss my Dad’s deadline.  As soon as the clock hit 12:01a, if I was not home,  his foot hit the porch step and he was one unhappy camper having to come look for me.

Running one minute late would cancel out all my weekend plans.  Yes, that’s the way it was in 1970.

I sure do miss my Dad





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