Goodnight
The credit, or blame, depending on your perspective, lies with two people in our class. They came from out of town, dropping in on our class in ninth grade. Their contribution, or crime, was awakening the class to girls.
We knew there were girls out there. They just weren’t nearly as interesting as the Wings, Pistons, Tigers and Lions. Could a girl come back from 3 ½ games behind the Blue Jays with seven games. Could a girl score 25 third-quarter points with a sprained ankle on the NBA’s biggest stage.
And so we entered ninth grade fairly oblivious to more than half the world’s population.
Yahu and Nachman came to Detroit for ninth grade, and with them, changed the character of the class.
Yahu came from Baltimore, and wowed us with tales of his eighth-grade girlfriend, Esty Ambush. The name, we found out later, he made up. Was there really a girlfriend with a made up name, or was the entire story a fabrication. Could it have been a composite sketch of a number of girls and experiences? I doubt we’ll ever know. The important thing, though, was that he got us all to stop thinking about sports, and start thinking about girls.
Nachman, on the other hand, had a real girlfriend, who I met on a number of occasions. But we’ll get back to Nachman another time.
Yahu had a thing for my cousin. The radio station had a goodnight line every night at midnight. So Yahu called up the goodnight line, and said goodnight to her for the entire Z95.5 listening audience.
From that night on, the goodnight line became to focal point of our day. Every conversation centered on who said what on the goodnight line the night before.
Messages were cryptically short, and it wasn’t always clear to us who was saying what to whom.
The highlight of the entire Goodnight Line experience happened when my cousin, in a very pissed off voice, told some of the guys they were “rude, crude and thoroughly unattractive,” a line she still laughs at today.
I think Yahu managed to last through tenth grade before finally moving on, but his impact on our class remained long after he had gone.
NOTE: If you remember other Goodnight Line Highlights, feel free to add them into the comments section.
We knew there were girls out there. They just weren’t nearly as interesting as the Wings, Pistons, Tigers and Lions. Could a girl come back from 3 ½ games behind the Blue Jays with seven games. Could a girl score 25 third-quarter points with a sprained ankle on the NBA’s biggest stage.
And so we entered ninth grade fairly oblivious to more than half the world’s population.
Yahu and Nachman came to Detroit for ninth grade, and with them, changed the character of the class.
Yahu came from Baltimore, and wowed us with tales of his eighth-grade girlfriend, Esty Ambush. The name, we found out later, he made up. Was there really a girlfriend with a made up name, or was the entire story a fabrication. Could it have been a composite sketch of a number of girls and experiences? I doubt we’ll ever know. The important thing, though, was that he got us all to stop thinking about sports, and start thinking about girls.
Nachman, on the other hand, had a real girlfriend, who I met on a number of occasions. But we’ll get back to Nachman another time.
Yahu had a thing for my cousin. The radio station had a goodnight line every night at midnight. So Yahu called up the goodnight line, and said goodnight to her for the entire Z95.5 listening audience.
From that night on, the goodnight line became to focal point of our day. Every conversation centered on who said what on the goodnight line the night before.
Messages were cryptically short, and it wasn’t always clear to us who was saying what to whom.
The highlight of the entire Goodnight Line experience happened when my cousin, in a very pissed off voice, told some of the guys they were “rude, crude and thoroughly unattractive,” a line she still laughs at today.
I think Yahu managed to last through tenth grade before finally moving on, but his impact on our class remained long after he had gone.
NOTE: If you remember other Goodnight Line Highlights, feel free to add them into the comments section.
posted by Air Time at 9:11 AM
12 Comments:
what a great story. When I was in high school the way to communicate with girls was to use my sister as a messenger to carry letters back and forth. The radio......now that's cool (a feat no doubt totally lost on kids lucky enough to grow up with email and IM).
kids today dont know how easy they have it.
It was most helpful to have a sister in a grade or two (I honestly can't remember) younger.
Then again, I didn't have much to do with girls until later in high school (but I vigorously tried to make up for lost time)
I was a letter mule for a while. Being the mule sucked.
Ooooh, AT, Did the authorities pull you over at the border crossing and x-ray you?
The xrays were nothing compared to the savage beat downs. But the mail always got through.
This nachman guy sounds like a real character
You have no idea.
I want thear more about Nachamns girlfriend
Why don't you tell us a few stories.
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