“Risky Business” Bob Davis style, 1961 by Michael Hickey on Saturday, June 27, 2009 at 1:23pm When I saw Risky Business 1983, it was deja vu. We're talking about Alleman High Seniors, Class of 1961. Our Joel Goodsen was played by Bob Davis. Lana? Well, we missed out on any nubile prostitutes. I would have noticed. Never-the-less, we did have plenty of nubile teen girls, every bit as gorgeous as Rebecca De Mornay. For the boys, they noticed and not for the first time. For the girls, I'm sure they enjoyed noticing the cute guys, again. After all we were all 17 and 18. Tom Cruise hit it big as Joel. Joel had all the normal teenage fantasies...cars, girls, money. Then his parents left for a week, and all his fantasies came true, thanks to Lana. IMDB.com said “Tom's sexy underwear dance to 'Old Time Rock and Roll' has become Hollywood folklore. ... An instant classic upon release that still holds up over 20 years later.“ Our Original Risky Business is my favorite. Recently, I read a notes on my 1961 Allemanac: “Mike, to a real woman killer, who someday is going to end up a real playboy. You're one guy I'd like to see go all the way. Always remember the good times we've had together, things we weren't supposed to do and did them anyhow, the night at Davis's, Big Feller, Davis's Party and many others. Drive slow and may the good Lord take a likin' to ya. Unperdicable, Bob" (Hickman). I think he meant unpredictable, but who knows. They needed a Bob, a Jack and a Mike in the remake, 1983. Here's a little background for our 1961 classmates. Bob lived in Moline, maybe E. Moline w/ his step mom and dad, who were in a common law marriage. Mom had a Pontiac, aaaah! let's say, 1953. We called her Big Feller. Big Feller was the star feature of many of our sleep overs at Bob's. She was very quiet each time we push her out of the garage and down the alley. Then she started, hot wired, with just a whimper and drove us around like princes. We cruised. And near the end while rolling back down the alley, we'd turn off the engine and coast into the garage. Opening and closing the garage doors quietly were the toughest part of our adventure. She didn't go with us ever night. Like when walked to the trampoline lot. They were the rage in 1961. We had them in Rock Island, Moline and E. Moline. Pay a fee, jump high, flip, fall back, bounce forward and stop instantly to your hearts content. At 2:30 in the morning, can you think of a better thing to do? Jumping high was at the same place on our list, high. There were half a dozen trampolines in a near-by low fenced lot on Moline's main drag, 4th Avenue. Of course the place was closed in the middle of the night which was all the better, free. On one of our jumpy nights, a neighbor thought that there was something better for us to do. They called the Police. Being observant young men, we spotted the squad car coming our way. There's not much going on in Moline at 2:30 in the morning, even on the main drag. We hit the deck (trampolines), flat, still, quite. Fortunately, the trampolines were constructed at ground level with a shallow pit below them. We would have been in the pit, if space allowed.
We laid flat, as flat as flat could be, each on our own trampoline. We listened to the gravel slowly crunch under the tires as the cruiser pulled into the parking lot. It stopped 10 yards from us, very close. “Breathe shallow.” The spot light swept slowly across the lot and back, .... , again, .... . I was frozen, ear to the mat, hands flat. Bob was stealth. We were bright boys. Once more the spot light moved across the lot, just above us. The engine was running, the transmission was still in gear. There was no sound of doors opening, at least not yet. After a long pause, the tires were again rolling on the gravel. “Just keep going.”... . “Gone”... . We're up, over the fence, into the residential neighborhood, back home, in bed, a sleep. Now back to the excitement of being a Senior teen about to graduate. The word spread fast, an all night party at Bob's. My excuse was easy. "I'm staying at Bob's." The girl's had to be a little more creative and change the last word to something like, Pam's, Patty's, Beth's... . Beer, plenty of beer. Bob Hickman, Jack Niner and I brought our share. How we got it I don't know. We all had such baby faces. As I recall the girls could still buy beer at 18. Pam was 18. Enough said. Music, not sure if we played “Old Time Rock and Roll” like in the 1983 remake. But we certainly played old time rock and roll. And by morning some of us were in our jockey's, asleep of course. Eat your heart out Tom Cruise, we were there before you were born. Partying, dancing, socializing. We were having fun, lots of fun. It was getting late, not for us but for the neighbors, and still loud. Somehow we knew the police were there before they knocked at the front door. The music stopped, the bottles of beer went everywhere. Mine went it the tank at the back of the toilet. It looked like a beer cooler, full. Bob Davis, poor Bob had to answer the door. The police came in. I was already in the attic near the window over the back door. I could generally hear what was going on. They wanted us to quiet down and let the neighbors go to sleep. They looked around some but not close enough to find any beer. Now..., I know..., they knew... . Then, I just thought we were good at hiding it. High school senior party, beer? Hum...? Yep! But they did not go there and I have to give them a lot of credit for that. Well all of this took awhile. Beer in, relief out, that's the way it works. However, I am not leaving my place in the attic until the police are gone. I had learned, long ago, ways to stay out of big trouble. “There is an open window, right here.”... . “Whew! ... . Glad they didn't come to the back door.” A quiet party resumed. Some went home. Some talked on. Most fell asleep. Some went to bed. I was too tired to be interested in who did what. In the morning there were bodies, curled up, tucked away everywhere and a few closed doors. “Do not disturb” was the mood. Bob, Jack and I quietly got up as a few others were doing. We moved out in our stocking feet and went home. The weekend passed. Oops, I almost forgot. My parents asked me about the party. “What party?” Well I leveled with them about as much as I have leveled with you. I left out the beer, any closed doors and the attic. I did include the police, a subsequent “Well there may have been a little beer there” and the sleep over. After all "sleeping is safer than driving when your tired ...". That's was the end of that for my folks. Some, primarily the girls, got more grief at home than me. Back at school I found out that one of the girls was pressured by her parents, interrogated. They made it
their responsibility to find out who was at the party and to call the parents with the “story”. “Boys and girls sleeping with each other... AND... Beer” was the scandal. True?: Beer? Yes. Sleeping? Yes. With each other? Depends. Associated implications? I don't think so. My concern? No. We all were heading out of the nest, we had a fun senior get together, a right of passage and fell asleep in the same house, period. “The End”. Well it was not quite the end. For many of us, it got deposited into our bank account of fond memories. Witness again the note to me from Bob Hickman on my 1961 Allmanac. “... Always remember the good times we've had together, things we weren't supposed to do and did them anyhow, the night at Davis's, Big Feller, Davis's Party and many others. ... .“ He sounded a lot like Miles, "Sometimes you just have to say '....', It you can't say it, you can't do it"
Michael Hickey, Alleman High School class of 1961. Lana and Joel enjoy the train ride, Chicago
Lana and Joel do "Risky Business" Lana and Joel did "Risky Business"
Risky Business Bob Davis Style1961 Named Characters: Bob Davis, Bob Hickman, Jack Niner, and Mike Hickey.