It was the summer of '75. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

We lived. We died.
We laughed. We cried.
And through it all we never lied.

We wore sarongs and huge spiked heels.
We worshipped Jack Lord and made sweet deals.
More than men, we were gods!
We braved all odds

To find the path and the true meaning
Of all that was holy
And we called it Careening.

— J.R. Ganofsky