Our pungent duties at the roller rink complete, we were now to proceed to our next stop - the bowling alley. The same four piled into Jordan's Tempo, and I followed his van along streets I could not find again to save my life. As we drove through one town, we passed what appeared to be a convenience store by the name of "Wawa." When I mentioned this to the kids, they were shocked: "You mean you don't have Wawas where you're from??" Everywhere we turned, there was another Wawa. The name came from an Indian word meaning "goose," they said, which explained the giant stylized goose on all the Wawa signs.

It was about 3 in the morning at this time, which made everything that much funnier. We began making fun of the goose store, and discussing how instead of going bowling, we could "go to the goose" and perhaps "pick up some chicken." I used several different voices to talk about how interesting the goose store must be. At this time, there was also a discussion of rare alligators that lived in the woods in New Jersey, whose existence was denied by the guys, while insisted upon by the girls, who claimed there was an age limit for viewing them. Even rare "woods alligators" begin to sound credible once it gets late enough.

Mike inadvertently drove by the bowling alley and pulled into a vacant lot. I pulled the car up next to him. We both rolled down our windows. "I missed the bowling alley. Let's turn around and go back," he said. "All right - PEACE!," I said. In the front seat of Mike's car was a black kid, about fifteen, who had 'dissed' the Sixers during the whole game. As I said "PEACE" and made the appropriate symbol, I could see him shake his head derisively. Mike rolled down his window again - "Just follow me." "All right," I said. "PEACE, yo! Free Tibet!" This time he just looked at me. Mike later said that he turned to him and said, "Yo, peace nothin'. Whatever," and generally let everyone know that while I was "steppin' to the homie," he was the "true G," and as such, I was merely a "playa hata," who could only be "frontin'." I am down with that.

As the kids in my car piled out in the bowling alley parking lot, they all ran over to Mike and yelled, "We want to go to the goooose!," and "Let's go to the GOOSE!" He looked quite puzzled. I figured it was better not to even try to explain. We entered the packed bowling alley, only to find that.....the biggest shoe they had was 11 1/2. I wear a 13. The plot thickens.

-TO BE CONTINUED- 

Part Thirteen

NHS Speech

"My View" Editorial

The October Surprise
|  Round 1 |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |
|  11  |  12  |  Final Bell  |

Journey to Jersey II
|  Intro  |  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |

Journey to Jersey I
|  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |   6  |  7  |  8  |
|  9  |  10  |  11  |  12  |  13  |  14  |
|  15  |  16  |  17  |  18  |  19  |  20  |

An Epic Saga
|  Act  1  |  2  |  3  |  4  |  5  |
|   6  |  7  |  8  |  9  |  10  |  11  |
|  12  |  13  |  14  |  15  |  16  |

Christian Rock Email

Freshman Room Draw
|  Part One  |  Two  |
|  Three  |  Four  |  Five  |