VOL. XIX, NO. 11
Des Plaines Isn't Such
A Bad Place After All
BY TIM SCHIERBECK
The close of another school year is right around the corner, there are approximately 26 school days left. Seniors have only about 20 days left. Students who will be going out of town for summer vacation will torture us by sending us postcards telling us of the lovely weather and how much fun they are having. So to get back at them, if they need this article, they will go blind or turn to stone for three months.
Des Plaines may seem like a boring place, but with a little bit of imagination and initiative the town is not that bad. Get a group of boys together on a warm evening and drive through the Lake Opeka parking lot. Be sure to have your windows down, radio up, and beep your horn. You can also try fishing at Axehead Lake, although it is unlikely you will catch anything. If by chance you do catch a fish, pretend it is a 20‑foot great white shark. If you get too hot, drive through the car wash with your windows open or on your bike; watch out for the hot wax. Try sun bathing during a summer cloud burst. You can also try jumping off the highest driving board at the Oakton swimming pool.
If you have a date and don't want to go to the drive‑in to see a horror flick, you can drive through the South Side of Chicago. If you don't value your life, you can build a raft and sail down the Des Plaines River or take a walk through the forest preserves late at night.
Some other crazy things you can do include writing post cards from far away places telling your friends on vacation what a wonderful time you're having. You can also take homemade movies of the prettiest girl on the block and show them in your garage charging $.25 a person. If you want to listen to music, go to the Des Plaines library and turn your favorite "punk rock" group on and blow the librarian's mind out.
You can also buy a P.A. system for your car; then go around yelling at people who cut you off. if you want to start your own band, get your friends together, buy some kazoos, and hit the discos.
If all else fails, you can get up at 4 a.m., eat three raw eggs, and then run eight miles. If you use your imagination, your summer may turn out to be a very pleasant one at that.
