In the 7th grade it was cool to sign yearbooks with “stay gold.” (It was not cool, however, to recite the actual Robert Frost poem to the cute boy who smoked pot even if he did kind of have boobs and never grew taller after 13. Lesson learned.) Nature's first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf's a flower, / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf, / So Eden sank to grief. / So dawn goes down to day, / Nothing gold can stay. God, how I loved me some Dallas. Still do.
Happy weekend. Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.