There was a road that ran near the edge of my town.
Out where the suburbs were still farms.
I used to go there nights, that autumn of 1972.
I was sixteen. I had a girl. I had a car.
I had a job. I was full of night...And life.
I just wasn't ready to go home.
That year, I travelled streets I'd never known before.
I pushed against the limits of my suburban life.
I had no idea exactly what lay ahead.
All I knew was...I was running out of time.
And I was gonna bust if something didn't happen...soon.
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...peace with honor, and not surrender.
...halt the bombing, and then terminate our involvement, in this tragic war.
In 1972, the country was at war.
With its armies...With its ideals...
The dreams of the '60's were battling a new decade.
And things were happening everywhere.
Almost everywhere.
Open your books to chapter six...
Section thirteen.
The rise of post-agricultural Europe.
Eleventh-grade.
The no-man's land of public education.
Now! Who can tell me another name for this era?
How about...The industrial revolution?
The industrial revolution?
Excellent...
It was grim. In the war between the board of education and the class of '74...
Things had pretty much reached a stand-off.
Mr. Arnold!
For most of us.
How about you?
Me?
Not that I'd been neglecting my studies.
Do you have anything to contribute?
Uh, yeah! Sure...
How much did you have in mind?
I'd been studying to be a wise-guy.
I'll be expecting a 10-page report from you on Monday.
Not very successfully.
Right.
OK...so my act needed work.
Like most of my generation, I was dealing with bigger concepts than school-work.
Concepts like...Inter-conference war.
What's this about?
Are you kidding? The homecoming game against the Owls this weekend.
It's only the biggest event of the whole year...
Oh...
Paul Pfeiffer.
Class president...civic booster...
Naturally, I was proud of him.
Come on, Paul - loosen up. I mean, it's just a game. What's the big deal?
"What's the big deal?"
It's those stupid Owls.
So, they stole our knight. So what?
Can't we just get another one?
- Very funny.
- Homecoming game.
I'm assuming you'll be there?
Ah, I don't know. I might have to spend the weekend with my dad.
That was Jeff Billings, the new guy in school.
Believe it or not, he was the first kid I ever knew whose parents were divorced.
Kevin!
And then...
There was Winnie.
I missed you today!
Yeah, I thought about you in biology.
Winnie Cooper. The hair, the smile - the whole ball of wax.
We did everything together.
So, can I give you a lift?
Well, almost everything.
Yeah. About the car...
Look, I told you.
Mr. Chong told me I had to put it on if I wanted the delivery job.
Uh-uh, pick me up at the side entrance. OK?
Thanks!
It was my first taste of what they call "the working man's blues".
Not that I was complaining, you understand...
Hi, honey!
I had my father to do that.
How was work? Everything OK?
Lousy.
Well, that's nice!
Hey, suckers! What's for dinner?
Well...
Never mind. I'll just make somethin' myself!
My brother, Wayne. He'd gone to work in the mail-room at Dad's company, NORCOM.
Eighty-nine-fifty a week, take-home.
Don't forget to unwrap that before ya eat it.
Vanish, scrote!
And not only that, he'd moved into new digs.
His own personal, customized, rat's nest.
He was happy as a clam in mud.
Well, I...guess it's only three for dinner.
Nah, actually, I gotta go.
Go where?
- Out.
You know - out. I got things to do.
With itself.
I'd been studying a lot.
I'll tell ya what the big deal is...
They stole our knight!
- Hey, what's this all about?
- Oh.
I thought about you in chemistry.
I didn't have a choice!
In the basement.
- Out?