MAMA TOLD ME NOT TO GO
In early 1963, I was 16 years old, approaching 17. One night during that time, I was in my bedroom primping in front of the mirror when my mother walked in. “Where are you going?” she asked. “To a party,” I answered, still preening. “Where’s the party?” I did not answer. “Well, where is it?” she... Sign in to see full entry.