Richard Gorelick

The link above takes you to the Stoop Storytelling Web site. My experience at Center Stage will easily stand in for my similar misadventures everywhere...

Singing Doo-wop on the street corners. Stickball. Drive-ins. Two-bit and Sodapop and Cherry Valance. And I remember when Johnny killed that Soc at the fountain and we hopped that freight train and stayed at that abandoned church. We read Gone With the Wind all night and then we cut off our hair. I read that Robert Frost poem and Johnny said, "Gee, Ponyboy!" Then Dally came and took us home and then the fire and Johnny died and told me to "stay gold."
Oh, and choir.