I lived across the road from you. Remember the skinny blond kid who always hung around with the older boys? That was me.
Nah, it was Helen Dale Apple that lived across the street, the first girl that I ever kissed, and whom I never, ever will forget. Our first date was to go to a Magic Show at the Presbyterian Church, on a long, dusky, early summer evening..
But she moved away not soon after, before what would have been our freshman year in high school. My young innocent lad’s heart went with her, and never came back -—