
I
was what was referred to painfully at my elementary school as a “prof’s kid,”
or the offspring of a professor at Michigan State University. I say painfully
because our folks were consumed with work, which gave us free reign to run
around the town and wreak havoc, which had few bounds even for 10 year olds. We
egged houses, toilet papered yards, stole shit, had dirt clod fights and were
chased by the cops a lot. We also hung around the university kids, copped their
tossed skin mags from Dumpsters and went to the cool records stores in East
Lansing. In addition to catching the Box Tops, I also recall seeing Frank Zappa
and the Mothers play in an open area on campus, and an MC5 soundcheck at a
little building in a park called Valley Court. It was good to love rock and
roll as a pre adolescent, setting the stage for mayhem inside.
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