Guinness World Records

It seems that the town I lived in for 7 years, from when we moved there when I was 19 until I got married at 26, is in the Guinness World Records book. I can’t actually confirm this because I don’t have a copy of the book and I’m way too lazy to bother walking over to the library to look this up. The item supposedly that made the town famous is having the most number of bars per square mile. This does not come as a shock to me since I can think of 6 bars right off that are within a 3 block radius.

Now, as I said, I have no idea if the town is really listed in the book but I do know there seems to be a whole lot of underage drinking going on there. Back in those olden days (1976) the legal drinking age was 18. By the time 1977 rolled around, I had found a job working in the village park and made a lot of friends who had all grown up in the village.

I grew up in Brooklyn and I had never set foot in a bar until I started hanging out with that crowd. At the time, they were all of legal drinking age but what I found so amazing is that this group had all been drinking for years. I heard stories of girls sneaking bottles onto school buses, on their way to girl scout camp.

My son once made a comment to me about living a sheltered life. The boy has absolutely no idea what that means. At almost 22, he’s done more things, gone more places, had more experiences than I had at twice that age. I think he just wants me to think he has been sheltered. He doesn’t fool me. A couple of his closest friends live in that town. Even if it’s just a rumor and the town isn’t listed in that book, I’m not that clueless.

NOTE: SOMETHING’S WRONG WITH WORDPRESS. IT WON’T ACCEPT COMMENTS & I’M GETTING ERRORS. I’m waiting to hear from my web host’s support. Hopefully they will respond quickly but if there are no new posts for a few days, well you’ll be able to hear me cursing clear across to the west coast.