Boola! Boola! Ashtabula, Ohio
By Anthony Buccino
Collected writings referencing
Don't Fear the
Plain Brown Envelope
What were my interests in 1968? I was too young to worry about the draft. ... I had a fish tank of dubious quality. My fish, when they weren't eating each other, got white spots and died.
Perhaps our story will become a Lifetime channel movie. We met, lost contact, lived our lives and then one day look up at the random table at the nursing home and see each other again.
Ashtabula in those days was a lot like Mayberry on the TV show, good, hard-working people, but with a different accent. They said I “tocked” funny. I said they “tawked” funny. We were people divided by a common language.
When I was a kid, I called the fruit punch flavor 'blood' and the cherry pit flavor tickled and chilled my chest after a hard day of play.
From the earliest grades to grad schools everywhere, when that end of school bell rings, children queue, nickels in hand, to be the first to reach the candy counter...
The first time I met her, she was standing at the bottom of the hill on Walnut Beach. North End Fair was opening that night. Roadies were dragging poles and tuning engines on the kids’ rides. She watched them and waited for me. She said hello.
The gunfire is loud and the battle action long and inspiring, proving the discipline and endurance of our armed forces then, and these authentically outfitted re-enactors now.
Buccino says he is working on a collection of his Ashtabula recollections.
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New Jersey author Anthony Buccino's stories of the 1960s, transit coverage and other writings earned four Society of Professional Journalists Excellence in Journalism awards.
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