***Growing Up Absurd In The 1950s- Be-Bop The Adventure Car Hop- With Johnny Ace In Mind
Scene: Prompted by the cover
photograph, the memory cover photograph, which graced each CD compilation in The
Golden Age Of American Rock ‘n’ Roll series that I recently reviewed. The
golden age of the automobile meets the golden age of al fresco dining,
okay, okay pre-Big Mac dining. Sorry, I got carried away. And once I have put
automobile and teen dining out together all that needs to be added is that
Eddie is out, out once again, with his ever lovin’ Ginny in the Clintondale
1950s be-bop teen night, having a little something to eat after a hard teen
dance and a bout of down in the Adamsville beach “submarine race” watching night.
“Two hamburgers, all the trimmings,
two fries, two Cokes, Sissy,” rasped half-whispering Eddie Connell to Adventure
Car Hop primo car hop (and ex-Eddie girlfriend back in junior high days when he
learned a thing or two about girls, about girl charms and girl bewilderments),
Sissy Jordan. For those who know not of Adventure Car Hops or car hops in
general here is a quick primer. Adventure Car Hop is nothing but an old time
drive-in restaurant where the car hop takes your order from you while you are
sitting in your “boss” car (hopefully boss car, although the lot this night is
filled with dads’ borrowed cars, strictly not boss, not boss at all) with your
“boss” girl ( you had better call her that or next week she will be somebody
else’s boss honey) personally and returns after, well, depends on how busy it
is, and right now this in Adventure Car Hop busy time, with your order.
Now Sissy, a little older than most
Clintondale car hops at twenty-two, is really nothing but a career waitress, a
foxy one still, but a career waitress which is all a car hop really is. Except
most are "slumming” through senior-hood at Clintondale High or some local
college and are just trying to make some extra money for this and that while
being beautiful. Because, and there is no scientific proof for this, but none
is needed in any case, at Adventure Car Hop in the year 1962 every car hop is a
fox (that beautiful just mentioned), a double fox on some nights, in their
short shorts, tight blouses, and funny-shaped box hats.
And in the 1962 teen be-bop night,
the teen be-bop Friday or Saturday night those foxes are magnets for every guy
with a car, fathers’ car or not, without girls hoping against hope for a moment
with one said car hop, and guys with girls who are looking to show off their
girls, foxier even than the car hops if that is possible and usually isn’t
although do not under any conditions let them know that, and, more importantly,
their boss cars. And playing, playing loudly for all to hear their souped-up
car radio complexes, turned nightly in rock heaven’s WJDA, the radio station
choice of every teen under the age of twenty-one. And right now on Eddie's
super-duplex speaker combo The Dell-Vikings are singing their hit, Black
Slacks and some walkers (yes, some guys and girls, some lame guys and
girls, walk to Adventure to grab something to eat after the Clintondale
Majestic Theater lets out. They, of course, eat at the thoughtfully provided
picnic tables although their orders are still taken by Sissy’s brigade) are
crooning along to the tune. Nicely, although they are still nothing but lamos
in the teen night social order.
But, getting back to Eddie and
Ginny, see Sissy knows something that you and I don’t know just by the way
Eddie placed his order as The Falcon’s doo wop serenade, Your So Fine,
blares away from his radio in the Clintondale teen night. Sissy knows because,
being a fox she has had plenty of experience (including with Eddie in the days,
the junior high days when she and Eddie were nothing but walkers) that Eddie
and Ginny (who was nothing but a stick when Eddie and she were an item, a stick
being a girl, a twelve or thirteen year old junior high school girl with no
shape, unlike say Sissy who did have a shape, although no question, no question
even to Sissy Ginny has a shape now, not as good as her’s but a shape good
enough to keep Eddie snagged) have been "doing it” after the spending the
early evening at the Surf, the local rock dance hall for those over twenty-one
(and where is liquor is served). The tip-off: Eddie’s request for all the
trimmings on his hamburgers. All the trimmings in this case being mustard,
ketchup, pickles, lettuce, and here is the clincher, onions. Yes, Eddie and
Ginny are done with love’s chores for the evening and can now revert to primal
culinary needs without rancor, or concern.
Sissy had to laugh at how ritualized
(although she would never use such a word herself to describe what was going
on) the teen night life was in Clintondale (and really just slightly older
teens like the clients of the Surf rock club, Eddie and Ginny, who learned the
ropes at Adventure Car Hop way back when). If a couple came early, say eight
o’clock they never ordered onions, no way, the night still held too much
promise. The walkers, well, the walkers you couldn’t tell, especially the young
walkers like she and Eddie in the old days, but usually they didn’t have enough
sense to say “no onions.” And then there were the Eddies and Ginnys floating in
around two, or three in the morning, done (and you know what done is now),
starving, maybe a little drunk and ready to devour Benny’s (the owner of
Adventure) cardboard hamburgers, deep-fried, fat-saturated French fries, and
diluted soda (known locally as tonic, go figure) as long as those burgers had
onions, many onions on them. And as we turn off this scene to the strains of
Johnny Ace crooning Pledging My Love on Eddie’s car radio competing just
now with a car further over with The Elegants’ Little Star Sissy has
just place the car tray on Eddie’s side of the car and brought the order and
placed it on the tray, with all the trimmings.
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