Well, school's out for the summer. As much as I'll miss my teachers, especially Miss LaSalle, I'm glad I'm gonna get to do the things I want to do every day. 'Cos that's what summer vacation is all about!
You're probably wondering why I'm stealing lines from that old funny guy with the big nose...what's his name? Jimmy Durante? Well, here's the reason...
As most of you know, what you're reading are my diaries you found in my time capsule, along with some snapshots of my life, right? Well, my friend Danny knows about this, and wanted to know if he could make an entry, too!
He thinks time capsules are pretty cool, and he digs the fact that people are gonna dig this thing up and read about my life. But he told me that folks in the future should know things about 70s BOYS too. I guess that's only fair, even though I do talk about him in my diary from time to time. But I told him he'd have to use his own diary. ("Boys don't use diaries, Julie, they use journals!" ) Oh brother, OK...so I said he could do this if he used his own journal.
So this entry is written by my friend, Danny. Take it away, Danny!
Um...hey future readers! (I think that's what I'm supposed to call you). My name is Danny Campbell, and I'm 9 years old. I'm a friend of Julie Newman's and she said I could tell you about my life; the life of an average boy in the 70s. I'm including lotsa snapshots, 'cos Julie said I was only gonna get one shot to do this thing.
So these first few pictures are taken in my room. As you can see, my favorite color is blue, but I like green too. I think my room is a groovy place to hang out, 'cos it's got just about everything most boys like; action guys, models, comic books, games, a record player and adventure story records, Legos---just all kinds of cool stuff!
Even though I have a toy box, I keep most of my favorite things on this side of my room. Pretty neat, huh? See that trophy? I won that last summer at camp for winning the cross country race against Stephanie who was racing for the girls' camp. She was a lot tougher to beat than I thought! See my Batman clock? It has a great talking alarm to wake me up every morning. Only now it's summer, so I don't have to use it.
I also have a dog named Muttley, (after the cartoon dog Muttley on Wacky Races). He's a pretty terrific dog, and I really love him.
"Come here, Muttley! Come on boy!" *whistle*
"Good boy, Muttley! There's a good fella. Now sit!"
Muttley is pretty well-trained, and doesn't jump on people. He chases our neighbor's cat once in awhile, but he's usually a pretty good dog. His favorite things are fetch, eating and sleeping (but my mom won't let him sleep on my bed!)
"Hey Muttley! Where are you going?"
Oh I know...he just heard the screen door close. That means my dad is back from the store. Every time my dad comes home, Muttley thinks he's gonna get a doggie treat, (which he sometimes does). Oh well, I gotta look for my skateboard, anyway. I'm supposed to meet my buddies, Jason and Kyle on the far side of the playground so we can ride together.
(Is it under my bed?)
Ah, here it is! I'm a pretty good skateboarder. I can slalom around cones, walk on my board, I can even flip it up with my foot and catch it! Well, I'm off to the playground!
Jason and Kyle are pretty good with their boards too. Sometimes our friend Sunny comes with us. She's the only girl I know who's actually good at skateboarding! After awhile, we ride on over to Jason's house to shoot some hoops.
Sometimes it's hard playing with 3 guys, so sometimes we have to take turns guarding each other. Or sometimes, we'll just play "Horse" or "21" or "Around The World". Those are different games you can play with a basketball and hoop. Pretty soon, we get tired and Jason wants to go down to his Rec room and play Hot Wheels. (Those are toy cars. Do kids still play Hot Wheels in the future?). I run back to my house to get my case of cars. We all have some pretty far out cars, and we always share, and sometimes we even trade. Jason has a pretty neat track set up, kinda like the one I have in our Rec room.
When we're done playing Hot Wheels, Kyle jumps up and says, "Let's play Secret Agent!" Hey, that sounds like a cool idea. But me and Kyle have to go home and get our walkie-talkies and our ray guns. We don't pretend to kill anyone, we just freeze them, or put them to sleep or just stun them like in "Star Trek". (that's a TV show). When we get back, we pick who gets to be the secret agents, and who gets to be the bad guy. Since we only have 2 walkie-talkies, someone's gotta be the bad guy, and this time it's Jason. He doesn't really want to, but it's his turn.
"Red Wing to Blue Bird. The Viper has stolen the plans for the missile base. We must capture him."
"Blue Bird to Red Wing, I read you. I'll go east, and you go west and we'll surround him. Over and out."
"Those goons think they have me fooled, but they will never capture The Viper! HAHAHAHA!"
"Haha! I got the drop on you 2 turkeys. My organization will soon have the plans, and you 2 goody-goodies will be vaporized!"
"You didn't know that we have 150 agents surrounding this block! Who's the turkey now, Viper?" "Get him!"
"When are you gonna learn that crime doesn't pay Viper? We got you right where we want you. Now hand over those plans."
Somehow, The Viper managed to escape. We were running past Julie's house, when Julie along with Stephanie and Melody were coming down her front steps.
They said they were going to Sam's Snack Shack, and wanted to know if we wanted to come along. Well, even secret agents and evil villains gotta eat! So we went!
When we got there, Sunny, Raychel and Cheryl were already there. Julie, Stephanie and Melody ordered some snacks.
I was watching Kyle play pinball. Kyle's the best pinball wizard I know. He can make a quarter last a really long time. Sometimes he keeps the pinball in play so long, that I have to take over for him, and I get a free game without having to spend my allowance! Outta site!
Cheryl and Raychel were hanging out over by the jukebox and picked a super song by The Sylvers, so Jason asked Sunny to dance. Jason is a dancing fool! Haha!
So that's a day in the life of Danny Campbell, future readers. Thanks to Julie for letting me put this in her time capsule. And thank you, whoever you are for reading it!
This is Danny Campbell, signing off! Over and out!
Thanks Danny. I'm sure whoever reads this will get a big kick out of your entry. Maybe I'll let some of my other friends write entries sometimes. Then you won't just get my opinion about how groovy the 1970s are. But the next entry will be written by plain ole me, Julie Newman.
Until then, future readers,
Your friend,
Julie Newman
