It was (I believe) 1964. I was going to my first teen-idol concert in Brewer, Maine. Gene Pitney was performing at the Brewer Auditorium. A local Bangor band, the Jesters, was backing him up.
It so happened that my best friend, Joan, was "going steady" with one of the band members. I guess you'd call us groupies, but that expression hadn't been invented yet. We were standing in line outside the auditorium waiting for admittance when Joan's boyfriend came outside looking for us. He said, "Do you want to come with us?"
"Come where?" we asked.
"To Read more