It's April 1965 - You're Gonna Start A Band - People Laugh - You Don't.

It's January 1961 - You're A Festival Of Brand New Feelings - Jealousy Is One.

You wouldn't want to go through that again in a million years.

All those feelings - all those situations. Your brain; scrambled.

She went on record as the first - the VERY first as far as "funny feelings" go.

Started somewhere around sixth grade. They call it "staring" - you called it "wondering". You've known her since fourth grade. In fourth grade your bike was the most important thing in your life - that and Sandy Koufax. Girls were an abstract concept and they weren't too concerned about you either.

But then sixth grade rolled around and she started to look different - she started to act different - she started to dress different. So did you, but you didn't notice. She did. Sideways glances and the pit of your stomach doing backflips. You held hands at Assembly; dark auditorium and a film about Astronauts - she kissed you after school. You remember that day because it was burned into your memory - you're going to have that memory way after you've dropped dead. That was the minute your life changed; up and got different and every nerve in your body broke out celebrating.

Everything you did was huge and profound - you had "your song"; the one you two heard when you met - you had "your TV" program on Sunday nights when you went to her parents house to watch Ed Sullivan. You wrote notes back and forth all day - she sent a flood of hearts. You gave her your Cub Scout ring.

End of Elementary and getting ready for Junior High. Not sure if you'd ever see each other again - anticipating the worst thing in your life to happen you both got weepy and went steady officially.

You both wound up at the same Junior High - only now things got a little more different. There were kids older than you; guys. And your "till-death-do-us-part" girlfriend started getting distracted - the older girls, the ones in 9th grade looked at you like a notch above dandruff.

And there was that one guy - the guy who managed to get in the way - the guy who got between you and her in the yearbook photo. The guy directly responsible for your girlfriend, the love of your life, to finally confess to you during Nutrition "you're a nice guy and everything . . . but . . ."

New feeling: broken heart. Doom. Tragedy. Never to have another happy day in your life ever again.

Sitting in your room, shoebox full of love letters - gum wrappers - photos - ticket stubs to movies. And your radio droning softly in the background, running through every song you heard during your too brief love affair.

Two months was an eternity - you packed it full of feelings you never had before. Now what do you do with them?

A monk - that's what you'll become.

At least until the weekend.

And joining you as you mope and question life - an hour's worth of Elliot Field from KFWB, just as he was heard on January 6, 1961.