I was busy with newspaper and yearbook obligations as a junior in high school, and I was hoping for something to happen in the romance department. I had been doing a few columns with my long-time friend Paul for our school newspaper. He tended to be more of a serious reporter type than I was.Continue reading “Memories of Young Love: The Day a girl I called told me her House House was on Fire”
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Memory is the Key 