often including a complementary photograph.
I hope you find a few entries that bring a smile to your face or a long buried memory to the surface of your consciousness. Poetry is like that, whether you are the reader or the author.
This poem reflects the 50s and 60s when the jukebox and pinball machine ruled. Small town Friday night didn't vary much from state to state. If the place was too small or too poor to have a movie theater and the football game ended early, win or lose, it was party time! And everyone knew that kids don't die young so there was no reason to worry. Right?