Here's how bad it's gotten. In June of 1963, I was about to graduate from St. Brigid's School in Westbury, Long Island. There were celebratory dances and parties and barbecues all over the place. The big show dance song was "Hey, Paula" by the unforgettable duo Paul and Paula. Whenever that 45 hit the turntable, it was time to get close to the 13-year-old girl of your dreams.
But there was a rule for the eighth-graders at St. Brigid's. We had to