The year was 1974. We had lived in our new house in St. Paul for a year and it was finally summer vacation. The past school year had been difficult. Starting a new school in the eighth grade was not fun especially when I didn’t want to move. One good thing from the school year was I finally had a new friend and her family invited me to go with them on a camping trip for a week. My parents agreed to let me go.
My friend invited me to go and her older brother invited his friend to go. We slept in one tent and her brother and friend slept another tent and their parents in a small camper. It was one of the best weeks of my junior high days. All day long we spent time on the Cannon River either swimming or fishing and just laying in the sun.
My friend’s brother had discovered Pink Floyd as his new latest, greatest band. He played the cassette tape over and over all week-long. I’m sure everyone in the campground was tired of it by the time we went home. The words of Pink Floyd will forever be etched in my brain like Just Another Brick in the Wall and song Money. I can still hear the sound of the cash register from the beginning of Money.
The brick wall pictured above is downtown Detroit. It was next to a parking lot for a bar we ate lunch at last fall when we visited Detroit. It was unlike any other brick wall I had seen because it didn’t look like they took any pride in their work. It was still unique to look at along with everything else nearby the bar.