by Patricia Q. Bidar Norbert Kowalczyk It was 1976, America’s bicentennial year. Skylab, the first US space station, had orbited earth for too long, and was failing. Angel-headed Peter Frampton, with his wahwah voicebox and fake audience members losing their shit, filled the airwaves. On the community theatre scene, Nidia and I were not children but not legal, either. Jailbait, they called us. Nidia and I wore our tightest pants with platform shoes. She knew these people beca