What Do You Folks Do On Friday Nights ? The old farmstead was pretty quiet with Ike in the army and gramps in the ground. Quiet and boring for a seventeen year old boy. Dad bought our first TV that summer. We could get two channels, three if the wind was right. All in beautiful shades of black, gray and white. The others gathered in the parlor evenings to watch the news. Ed Sullivan, Sid Ceaser, boxing and other stuff. But I wasn't interested in TV. It was a Friday night, I had some money and my own pickup truck. In our county seat the YWCA held dances on Friday night for the teens. The dances were held in the gy. I decided to go. As I was changing into clean clothes, Daryl asked where I was going. Then asked to go along. Hell, why not. He was thirteen. Dancing was something I just didn't do. I was there to watch, maybe get lucky. When a dance was in progress the center of the floor was dimly lit. The sides were darkened. After a dance there would be a pause and the lights would come on bright until the next dance started. I was standing among other people, in on the darkened sidelines watching a nicely built blonde in a tight skirt and tighter sweater. She was putting on a show, wiggling and bouncing around to the music. she was dancing with some guy in a leather jacket and hair that looked like it was held in place with a pound of vaseline. Then a strange thing happened. In front of me a chubby little gal turned, looked in my face and RAPPAHO, right aside my face. I staggered back a step or two. She really rattled my teeth. People near us were pointing at us and laughing. "Wa' the hell ya do that for''? "What the hell ya grab my butt for "? I stared at her for some seconds and she stared right back, daring me to do something. So I went to the restroom and looked in the mirror. My whole face on one side was cherry red. Damn, I could see finger marks. I went back, endured the snickering, found Daryl and told him I was leaving, come along or stay. He followed me out. As we were riding through town we passed a place called "The Brown Bottle". I saw Georgia's car nearby so I stopped. I couldn't drink there or hang out but Georgia would sell me beer if she was on duty. I stuck my head in the door. When she looked my way I made a circle motion with my finger. She nodded so I drove around to the back door. She came out and ask " What ya need sport"? I gave her a bill and asked for a case of whatever beer that much would buy, keep the change. She came out with a case of Fox DeLuxe beer. I put it in the back of my truck and Georgia gave me a big ol' kiss and went back inside. Georgia was four or five years older than me and had a huge crush on Ike at one time. So, we drove into our back yard, I sat on the opened tailgate of the truck and chugged down half a beer. Daryl sat there but wanted no beer. He started chuckling to himself. I ask what he was laughing at. "Remember all those times you played jokes and tricks on me"? "Yeah". "Remember that gal that slapped you at the dance"? "Hell yes Daryl, it just happened". "Well, when they cut the lights, I was behind you an' ducked down an' reached around you an' grabbed her big butt. Now we're even". Now it made sense. I took out after him but he made it in the kitchen door, into the parlor and onto the sofa to watch TV. I stopped at the kitchen door then went back to the truck. Sitting there sipping beer clear into morning, my thoughts drifting back to big brother Ike. What was he doing this night? Angel woke me in the early morning by pounding on my truck side as she went out to gather eggs. I'd slept in the bed of my truck. "What you doing out here all night"? She demanded. "You look like shit"> "Thanks".