Another story of comic book teenagerhood, not to long after the ice cream pail period.
It was the summer of 1974. I was about into enter tenth grade that fall. I played trumpet and had joined the summer high school marching band, we marched in parades all over the state of Minnesota.
We practiced in the evening after dinner. That night my Dad took me up to the high school and halfway there we had to rush back home, I had forgotten my band hat, the kind they put a plume in on top. Well, we needed that for practicing marching in straight lines, so we could see the other people in front of us.
Well, I ran up stairs to my room and grabbed the hat and was out of the house in a flash.
......... We practiced for two hours.
A TRUE STORY...
I got a ride home from a friend, and arrived home...
To a dark empty house. There was a big hole chopped in the roof right above my room!
There had been a fire!!!
My older sister and her husband were waiting for me in front of the house in their van to take me to the motel where the rest of the family was.
Only my Mom was home and she was o.k. My next thought what about the comics in my room?!!?
The story I heard was, everybody in the neighborhood knew I collected comics, and the cry went up "Save Brians' comics! They went and did just that!
I walked over to the van where my sister was waiting, lo and behold they had them all in the back of the van!
Some had a bit of damage not from the fire, but the water from the very enthusiastic firemen who had chopped the hole in the roof of the house to put out the fire! Some had some smoke damage that I can smell to this day.
So, in the end we lived in a rented home for a few months down the street, while our house was gutted and whole new inside was put together. My Mom was very happy with her brand new/old house!
Later when I got to go up and survey the damage their was a dark burnt spot in the carpet in the middle of my room. When I had run upstairs to grab the hat I must have knocked over the table light (I must have left it on) and it got the carpet smoldering, next thing there was fire!
This last thing note, believe it or not is absolutely true. I swear it. When I ran out the door with my band hat in hand, I rushed by the living room. My Mom was watching, Gunsmoke....
Bminor