From the journal of Kevin Savacier
August 14, 1973
As I get ready to return to college, I just happened to run across this wacky journal I kept in high school. Man, what a trip! What's really incredible about all this, though, is that it really happened! When I left the "sticks" of Cole (my still beautiful hometown that I'll always cherish, though I don't plan to move back here after I graduate), it didn't really hit me how sheltered and parochial I'd been until I made a lot of friends from all over the world at Tulane University in New Orleans. New Orleans is a lot of fun, but to this day, my friends there don't believe some of this shit that went on in Cole. If Tommy McLarin wasn't around to back me up (remember, he's the guy I grew up with who moved away when his folks closed their jewelry business in Cole, and we ended up together again at Tulane), they'd never believe some of my stories! But my gang at Tulane is all so cool I don't even get pissed off any more when they call Cole "the sticks." In a way, it is, but, man, those are some peaceful roads and I'll always respect the values I was taught there which have, in some ways, kept me out of a lot of trouble here in the often wilder city!
"Kevin," my mom recently told me, "if I hear that song, 'Mama don't take my kodachrome away' over your radio once more, I'm going to smash the damn radio!" Well, now that I'm looking over this journal, I can't help but think of another song of today, the Carpenters' "Yesterday Once More."
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