KRLA – Dave Hull Show – May 5, 1968 – Ellis Feaster Collection –
May 1968- big things going on in the rest of the world this month, but for you it’s a month until graduation. Finally – after 12 years it’s over. All over but the shouting.
And of course, your big assignment in Homeroom is to write an essay on where you think you will be in five years and in ten years from May 1968. What do you think your life is going to look like – where do you think you will be. Will you still be in L.A.? Will you get drafted? Will you get married? Will you have kids? What will you be thinking about? What will be important to you in 1973 or 1978? Will you still know the same people? How much do you think your life will change, will it change at all? Will you still be living at home? What kind of a job do you think you’ll have? What will you do for a living?
You draw blanks – you don’t really know what you’ll be doing in five years, let alone ten – will you even be alive? Five years seems like lifetime – ten years; an eternity.
You scribble things down on paper and hand it in – you make up stuff and you think it’s kind of crazy; wondering what your life will be like in the future. How can anybody know that?
And your Homeroom teacher lines everybody up and snaps a picture of the class – saying we’ll look back on all this and either nod our heads or shake our heads when we do get together for our ten year reunion.
You lost your copy of the photo a few years after that – don’t know what happened to it. And yes, the ten year reunion did happen. And yes, someone did keep their copy of the photo.
And your Homeroom teacher was right – your life became completely different in ways you couldn’t imagine in May of 1968.
And you look at the faces and you remember the girls you had crushes on and you wonder. But then you notice something you don’t remember from that day. There you were, in the front row looking apprehensive and a little unsure – the girl you were in love with who wouldn’t give you the right time of day, second from the end in the front row. And you notice something you hadn’t noticed before. Your fly was open when they took the picture.
You sit horrified just as the dj turns on a tape – KRLA and Dave Hull from the day we wrote the essay and took the picture.
Sometimes the past can be so strange.
Editors Note: It’s ironic and very sad that, the day I posted this it was learned that Dave Hull, the legendary Hullabalooer, passed away at 86. Further evidence nothing is forever. Thank you for making life fun – you will be missed.
