The thing about high hopes is they inevitably come crashing down. The Monster was in second grade. Laces Rollerskating Rink. He had in his hand a “diamond” ring (his parents bought an encyclopedia Britannica set and this was an included gift with purchase). A girl had caught The Monster’s eye and he was getting up the nerve to give her the ring during the slow skate. She was beautiful and The Monster had visions in his head of a happy future together (which at the time probably meant a week or so of pre-pubescent bliss). When the song finally came on, meaning boys and girls would skate around the rink holding hands, The Monster spied she’d already taken up with a third grader and his dreams were dashed.
That’s Picca Restaurant in a nutshell.