Back in 1963-64 I greased my hair much like Travolta's from the movie. Tight black jeans, black or pin-stripe button down collar shirts and white socks with black Cuban heeled shoes were the order of the day for many, if not most, of my friends and me. I think I stopped using Brylcreem late in 1965, or maybe early 1966.

Then I switched to dark socks, brown penny loafers, Madras and later Paisley shirts with brushed denim jeans. However, I never went out for official high school sports . . . so no letter jacket or sweater adorned my wardrobe. I would have gone bonkers for ONJ back then. I liked her well enough years later.

Grease does rate as one of my favorite musicals.