|"He's 21 and he has a beer on his head," bellowed Tim Penning (right).|
Let's face it - you remember turning 21, or you don't remember, because it's a big deal. Thirty years ago I was a sophomore at Central Michigan University, and turning 21 was important because my two roommates were 21 or older, and now I "legally" could join the fun.
I did more partying in one year at Calvin College in Grand Rapids than I did in three years at CMU, but that's more about environment and state of mind. We didn't let minor inconveniences like the legal drinking age screw up a good time. Right. Still, turning 21 meant you were an adult. HAHAHAHAHA. Gosh, I love a good birthday morning laugh.
|All I wanted for my 21st birthday was my Gilligan hat.|
|Tim (left) and Marty drop the ball. Marty is drinking apple juice.|
You don't forget about stuff like that. Thirty years? Really?
Really. And I'm still smiling when remembering.