Tippecanoe River State Park, Summer '91
W hen I was growing up far-from-rich in Gary, Indiana in the early 90s, I'd always look forward to my birthday , June 16 th , not only because it was around the start of fullest summer, my favorite season, but also because that was the only time of the year I 'd have money. I planned how I would spend my birthday money very carefully, often beg inning this planning weeks beforehand. I usually received around $50-$60, a princely sum , sure , but still finite. Waste and frivolousness and lack of preparation were not options . This story takes place on a Thursday night in l ate May, 1991 . I was about to turn 14 an d wondering how I was going to spend this year's windfall. I ha d pretty much completed my Pink Floyd tape collection , so could branch out into other areas , and was pondering what those areas might be. ZZ Top tapes? Milli Vanilli? I was watching the Cubs game on the little 13-inch TV in the kit...