The site was “I went to Rancho Santa Fe elementary school” (North San Diego County, just east of Del Mar.
The Admin reminder was ‘we want to be nostalgic, swap stories and keep things light.’
Most of the time, I did exactly that. I told some whoppers about listening to Dr. Demento, throwing oranges at cars and seeing Rocky Horror Show when it opened in London’s “West End,” their “Broadway.” Our teacher was scandalized but we were in the same row all the way across the theatre and there was no way she could get us out of there when Tim Curry started doin’ the can can “I’m a sweet Transvestite From Transylvania….uh huh”
The attention I got as a story teller and a published writer made people angry.
On my final visit (under someone else’s name) I asked,
“So when my book about growing up in the Ranch is released you don’t want to know about it?
Anyway, here’s what got me banned. maybe somebody felt guilty
I’ve been a rapid cycler for a long long time. I’m on a combination of stuff that’s perfectly calibrated. Havn’t been depressed since July. As you might expect, I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. The day before yesterday I went to the gym and I couldn’t concentrate on the Newspaper, had to push really hard to get through routine and never got the ‘runner’s high’
I’m in small cycles. But it scared me. I started looking at the calendar and evaluating my current state of mind and thought, ‘live each day appreciative of it.’