I'm supposed to introduce a couple of
short stories (they're really just vignettes) to explain their presence on this
site and to encourage others to submit stuff in kind. Trouble is everyone has
their own flavor of nostalgia, their own mental album of family pictures. So
I'll just preface a couple of mine with a quick redux which you've probably
heard before.
We were called War Babies, Boomers, followers of the Lost Generation... you name
it, some journalist had a phrase for it. Basically we had to deal with a
preceding generation, our parents, for whom the biggest single thing in their
lives was a global war. Since we weren't really there, we built our own
Interstate highways around and right past this pastoral, but never through it.
We made our own Oregon Trail complete with Cold War, Communists, Convertibles,
Korea, Vietnam and television. We had our own favorite cereals, told our own
favorite jokes, lusted after our own favorite sex symbols, and danced our own
favorite jigs. Some of us actually remember life before cell phones, Velcro,
botox and the Internet, before television became the coin of the realm, when
Politically Correct was a typo. The rest will just have to take our word for it.
Isn't that why we do this?
The magic of the Rockaways is, to us, the same as little towns in the mid-west
were and are to those who grew up in them. Or to the children of Atlanta,
Warsaw, Phoenix, Vienna or Seattle. The narratives and personal reminiscences
are what set us apart. No part of the tapestry is the same as any other part.
That's why it's worth a second look.
So I call out to the remembers, the archivists, the collectors of dusty
memorabilia and great stories to come forward with your testimonies and help
make this more than just a memorial park; make it a living landmark from the
heart. Nothing will ever be as special to your lives as the first moments, the
first years, the first time. Ask Skip or Carol for the rules, this is their
passion and they're good at it.
Richard Herbst
Please feel free to submit your original literary works to this section of the website. Letters are also welcome with comments about the content found on these pages. Thanks to Richard for starting us off with several thoroughly entertaining stories. Please send your comments and stories to Skip Weinstock at rockaway@astound.net
Tales From the Rockaways
The Algebra of Curves - by Richard Herbst
A Wish to Slumber - by a Rockaway native
Intimate Apparition - by a Rockaway native
Learning About Sex In the Streets by Richard Herbst
Sex in Junior High by Richard Herbst
The Beachcombers by Richard Herbst
The School Yard by Elisa Hinken
Unnamed Poem by Mark Coopersmith
My Internet 'Addiction' and Science Fiction by George Berger
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