![]() ![]() So here's to the teen years, and here's to Mayday. They don't hold up-how could they?-but they crossed my mind today. Beginning with "The Maltese Padlock" in 1975, continuing with "Jaws Of The Maltese Padlock," and culminating with "Saturday Night At The Shootout"-there may have been one additional entry, but I don't remember-these were my first published attempts at writing humor. My name's Mayday.Īs a high school student in the '70s, I wrote a series of Dragnet parodies for the school paper, The NorthCaster. We were working the day watch out of boredom. Frank Baum's mysterious woods and a 7-11, it is a suburban sprawl of subhuman literacy, its staff well-versed in the motivational and educational techniques of Torquemada, its scholars adept at evasion and insolence, its brightest prospects angling for position on a post office wall, its lunchroom entrance adorned with a warning, "Abandon hope all ye who enter here." I work here. This is the school: North Syracuse Central High. ![]() ![]() Noticing that tomorrow is May 1st, I found myself randomly drifting back to my misspent youth: I forgot all about it, but wanted to preserve it here. Facebook reminded me of this post from three years ago. ![]()
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