Johnnie Walker had a good friend that he grew up with named Reid. Reid was older than we were and was able to buy alcohol. Reid’s folks decided to let Reid redecorate his rec room and we were invited to help. The reward would be that all the DJs of WTIT would be invited to the summer parties Reid would host. His folks went to the shore every weekend, so in the summer of 1969, every Saturday night there was a party at Reid’s rec room.
There was a lot of alcohol consumed, but we stayed over if we had too much. We had just all graduated from high school while Reid was in college. Couples took turns in the bedrooms. Drunks passed out in the backyard. On a particular evening I remember looking out into the backyard. Not too far apart were my girlfriend Sally and my best friend. Both were completely gone. I remember saying, “My girlfriend and my best friend, getting sick together. Isn’t that special!”
The last party was New Year’s Eve 1970. The WTIT cast at the party were Galloping Gary, Bouncing Billy, Killer Joe and of course Reid and his friends. I had a date named Anne. Gary was with Julie, Billy and Joe were stag and Johnnie Walker and his girlfriend were snowed in during a blizzard while skiing in Vermont. Mostly because he was without a date and there were no unattached girls there, Billy planned a New Year’s surprise. No one knew what he was talking about, but we were game, “What do we do?” we asked. As it so happened Gary and his date were in a bedroom at the stroke of midnight. Billy knew this but just said, “Everyone follow me.”
Billy, naturally, led us into the room where Gary and his date were. They were not only in the middle of something but also when they heard us, Julie just sat up in bed, topless of course. Billy is leading us in “Auld Lang Syne”. Gary waited for us to finish before who threw us out. Julie was totally unfazed. She came up to me later and asked, “So do you think I have nice breasts?” Remember I’m only 18. This was all new to me. I stuttered, “Why sure.” “Want to see more?” Now this became easier. She was with my friend and I was with Anne. I guess she figured that I’d just say to Anne, “Pardon me Anne, if you are looking for me I’ll be with Julie’s breasts.” Nah. That wasn’t to be. So I asked Julie, “Can we do this maybe later? Say next New Year’s Eve”. She kissed me on the cheek. “Happy New Year, Bud.” I’m not sure if it was “happy”. But, at my young age, it was certainly sufficiently bizarre.