
by Chuck Ness
Everyone has memories they cherish from times when they were growing up. I have many memories, but none of them are as memorable as the ones I have of the Summer of “73”. That Summer holds some of the most cherished memories of my teen years. Yet it also includes memories of doing things that would lead to more bad behavior in my life. It was a time in my life when I was between still being a boy, and wanted so desperately to be a man. I did some stupid things that Summer. The overall culture of a carnival life is one of drugs alcohol and sex. While I did do some drugs, and yes I engaged in some sex, most of what happened with me that Summer was tame in comparison to what it could have been like if it were not for a certain woman named Mary, who treated me like the son she never had.
















