Finally, tomorrow – 40 years after it was written: a day-by-day exploration of the recently discovered time capsule – the diary written during my freshman year of high school in 1975, in combination with additional recollections from my adventurous childhood. Check my Facebook page each day over the next four months for the complete story.
“One Of These Days”
WHERE IT ALL TOOK PLACE:
Central Valley, California – My sleepy little hometown seven miles north of Redding. Population, roughly 3,000 in 1975. Now incorporated as the City of Shasta Lake.
Central Valley Intermediate (CVI) – where all the 7th and 8th-graders attended school in my hometown. All references in the diary to “the school” refer specifically to CVI, which was a block away from my home and where I attended school during the two years preceding the writing of the diary.
Redding, California – The largest city and County Seat of Shasta County.
Nova High School – The Freshman high school in Redding, California where all of Shasta County’s 9th-grade students attended in 1975.
WHO WAS THERE:
Mike Haley: Your naïvely optimistic 14-year old diarist.
Debbie Stone: Doe-eyed 13-year old neighborhood beauty. Principal focus of my romantic yearnings in the winter of 1975.
Connie Stone: Debbie’s younger sister.
Joan Beaver: Debbie’s neighbor, best friend, and 8th-grade classmate at CVI.
Julie Beaver: Joan’s older sister and my classmate at Nova High School.
Mike Mickelson: My neighborhood baseball buddy, classmate at Nova, and for a time, my best friend and brother.
Jay Mickelson: Mike’s younger brother and “the girls” classmate at CVI.
Herb Williams: Neighborhood friend and baseball buddy.
Danny Williams: Herbie’s older brother.
Kenny Tittle: My best friend, grades 6-9.
Russ Genger: The first friend I made after moving to northern California in 1965.
Jewell Haley: My father
Hank & Carole Bauer: My foster parents.
Gale Reierson: Teacher and friend at Nova High School.
Dennis Mickelson & Judy Mickelson: Mike & Jay’s parents
Judy: My kid sister
Patrick: my kid brother
Gary: My foster-brother
Ann Mills: My social worker
Judge Richard B. Eaton: He threw me a lifeline.
Michael Jewel Haley: Your weary, grizzled, 54-year old narrator.