A crazy dream.” That’s not unusual for me only this time I remembered. I don’t know where I was, some house or school. There were two men discussing making a movie about the 70’s. I needed to be in the movie.

I had several opportunities to approach these men privately. I wanted to say, “I am the 70’s.” I was too afraid, nervous, I didn’t want to screw it up.

I felt that I belonged in this movie. The 70’s, my high school years. I was introduced to Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith. Peter Frampton came out with “Frampton Comes Alive.” Alice Cooper, “School’s Out.”

I wore faded bell bottoms with embroidery and patches, boots called Lil Abners and buffalo sandals. I started smoking cigarettes and pot. I skipped classes, took the train into the city to see concerts, went to keg parties.

I also went to football games, dances and two proms. I was majorly pissed when they picked Jim Croce, “Time in a Bottle” instead of Led Zeppelin’s “Stairway to Heaven,” as the song for our senior prom. I needed to be in this movie!

Anyway, I never approached these two men. At one point I was in a car with Ron Howard, asking him what to do. Finally I was speaking to a woman who also wanted to be in the movie. Her 70’s was the complete opposite of mine; she was a cheerleader, “ a jock”. There were different groups. I was considered one of “the heads.”

It never occurred to me that the movie would be about different experiences. I mean I knew that but I only defined the 70’s as my experience. What if these men wanted the clean cut version. You can’t have one version without the other. This is where the dream ended.

Phew!