Remember those high school dances?
When the guys stayed on one side of the gym and the girls stayed on the other with exception of those already paired up?
My high schooling occurred during that turbulent era when many still wanted to be with someone and an equal many were willing to come solo or – god forbid – in same-sex pairs.
Note, not homosexual pairs.
Oh, no, not that.
Not in my little town (with do apologies to Simon&Garfunkel).
Oh, we had them.
I know because I counted some, not all, as my friends.
Jan, for one. A truly beautiful, elegant, long-legged girl who confided she had the best of Rick and he came up a far cry from Judy who attended Memorial.
Good for you, Jan. And for Judy.
It doesn’t bother you?
I laughed and joked. “Not if I can watch.”
She cracked up, as well.
You could get away with things like that back then. Once people knew they could trust you and could be themselves around you.
Boy, how she laughed.