It’s Friday night, 1975. No school tomorrow, the whole weekend is still ahead of you, and the biggest question is: what are you doing tonight?
Maybe you’re staying home with the TV Guide open on the floor, trying to figure out what everybody is watching. Dad already has his chair, somebody’s making popcorn, and once you picked a show, that was it. There was no streaming it later.
Or maybe you’re headed to the roller rink. The music is loud, the lights are flashing, and you’re hoping your favorite song comes on while you’re out there trying not to wipe out in front of everybody.
Maybe it’s the drive-in. A carload of people, the speaker hanging on the window, a trip to the concession stand, and if you were a kid, there was a pretty good chance you were asleep before the second movie ended.
We didn’t have phones in our pockets telling us where everybody was. If you wanted to find your friends, you called their house, made a plan, and hoped somebody’s parents didn’t change it.
Friday night just felt different back then. It felt like the beginning of something.
So let’s go back for a minute. It’s Friday night, 1975. How old are you, where are you going, and what are you doing tonight?
What memories does this conjure up from your past?
