|(not my Teddy bear.)|
It was October 1978. At the time I had a weekly Sunday-night gig at this bar called Faces in DeVargas Mall. (It was where the Baskin-Robbins ice cream shop is today.)
One night there was a table full of rowdy members of a local basketball league. A bunch of drunken jerks. (I'd better be careful. Most of them probably still live here.)
They got in some kind of hassle with Faces' bouncer, who kicked them out.
But apparently the basketball boys came back for revenge.
They broke every damned windshield of every vehicle in the parking lot, including my new 1979 Ford Fiesta. Needless to say, the windshield cost a lot more than I made that night.
Otherwise, a pretty good gig for a Sunday.