Suburban Lawns in Spring
I remember being ten or so and getting to stay up late on New Year’s Eve so as to watch the ball drop and hear drunken parents in the next room have a good time. Seeing as old people standing around on the street in New Yawk wasn’t too appealing to my decade’s old eyes, my friend(s) and I opted to watch Saturday Night Live. The evening’s musical guest was a Seattle group named Nirvana that I’d heard a single from on my local radio station. It was probably the first time I witnessed the group perform live – it was good evening.
