It was the first week of January 1966, the beginning of the second semester of my junior year at Great Neck South High School. Our varsity basketball team was well on its way to winning the Nassau County Championship. And though it had hurt to get cut from the Rebels (this was the north shore of Long Island, but we were Great Neck South), watching the games, especially the David-vs.-Goliath, come-from-behind wins, was thrilling.
I'd been invited by a pretty girl to a fancy Sweet 16 party at Leonard's, the garish monstrosity on Northern Boulevard which, 48 years later, elicited this Yelp rating: "The room we were in was overly pink, but I guess it was befitting for a Sweet 16."
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