Lynn's Comments: Awkward and embarrassing, a teenager's love life is a painful, wonderful, passionate and unforgettable awakening. Even though I was using Michael and Gordon's characters to convey these sentiments, these memories are all mine.
Lynn's Comments: Funny thing--I have been to a number of my high school reunions and I have to say... some of the quietest and unassuming people have become outstanding and accomplished adults. Kids we dismissed then are beautiful and confident now. If you’re a kid and you're reading this now…keep in mind that some of the people who are dumping on you now will be quite different in the future. You will have your chance to smile when you meet again as adults-- and it's worth the wait!!
Lynn's Comments: My mother would drive my friends and me to school dances. We'd cringe in the back seat, hoping we wouldn't be seen. With great understanding, my mom would drop us off a block away from the school so we could walk, unaccompanied, by a "rent." Whatever rifts came between us, she could also be totally cool.
Lynn's Comments: We called the space behind a fence near the school goal post "the smokers union." It was in this darkened corner that we all took turns choking on Lucky Strikes or sipping wine from jam jars.
Lynn's Comments: Our aperitif of choice was a disgusting, cheap, and very sweet wine called "Berrycup." It was the first to come in a gallon plastic jug with a spigot on the side. Guys who were "of drinking age" would hang around the liquor stores waiting for us under-agers to show up with enough cash to score them a bottle and something for ourselves. Berrycup: The wine you can share, the hangover you can depend on.
Lynn's Comments: What I remember of the school dances (or sock hops) was sweating in tight, formal clothing and feeling the fuzz on the boys' faces as we danced awkwardly cheek to cheek.
Lynn's Comments: This didn’t happen to me until I had graduated and was in art school…but it happened. Disposing of one's lunch in a public space is never gracious, but we all seem to need this experience. Mine happened in Stanley Park near the zoo—an appropriate location.
Lynn's Comments: Every class has its jerks and its heroes. I wanted to show that Gordon, despite his rough home life and his crumpled clothes, was a genuine hero.
Lynn's Comments: I've shown the kids ballroom dancing, which was what we did…we had to learn how! It was part of our gym class curriculum. Ballroom dancing allowed us to lean close together, to allow one person to lead the other, to feel motion, rhythm, pattern and style. Things have changed. People don’t ballroom dance anymore, but I'm guessing it will become such a novelty that young people will see how romantic it is and bring it all back. YES!!! …But first, they'll have to come up with some danceable tunes.