By Tom Fegan
Summer evening monotony was shattered with a backyard gladiatorial brawl between two teams of neighborhood boys including me. The adult audience lounged in patio furniture clad in polyester wear gingerly holding beer bottles like champagne flutes. The ladies’ beehive hairdos, cyclone-proofed by hairspray stood erect in midst of the summer breeze. Their howls of laughter seared the air as we fiercely pounded each other.
My family transferred from a peaceful working class neighborhood for middle class ascension. This move came with adjustments I learned that night living amongst the Nouveau Middle Class.