A Day In the Life - 1985
Ten years old and on top of the world. Or, elementary school, at least. I scramble out of bed and get myself ready for another day of fifth grade, which starts with a heaping bowl of Fruity Pebbles. My dad left hours ago, but his voice fills the kitchen between songs. He’ll talk traffic, promotions, take callers and requests as he hosts the morning show. A locally famous dee-jay, he’s always getting recognized when we go to the mall to pick up new records. I dribble milk on the sports section of the newspaper as I soak up the box score from last night’s game. To say I’m obsessed with the NFL is an understatement. It’s Tuesday, and so I’m checking the stats of last night’s game as a nine o’clock bedtime puts a hamper on my Monday Night Football viewing. The Cowboys are doing okay, at least they have a winning record, but it’s the Chicago Bears everyone is talking about. They’re undefeated, making history as they steamroll teams with an imposing defense and a three-hundred-poun...
