This morning, as I crossed the street returning from the gym, I saw something that brought back Ancient Memories.
Do you need a closer look?
Now, this won’t strike anyone as unusual, interesting or strange – except for me and my immediate family. Mom and Pop and Sis.
My first boyfriend had a *very* similar name.
I won’t say what.
But close enough.
I dated him back in 1975. For a few months. Then we went our separate ways. I actually gave him the heave-ho. Not even knowing then what we would soon learn…
Here was my school picture that year:
I was about 15 years old.
Here he is strangling me. Or was it a neck massage? I don’t remember…
Who can name that barbaric instrument that sits before me? Can everyone say “typewriter”?
Here we are at his high school prom.
You see, he worked at my father’s greenhouses.
I worked there, too. After school and on weekends.
My sister worked there, too. It was an All-In-The-Family kind of thing.
Here are some of the other crew who worked there at about this time:
Anyway, back to my first boyfriend. He turned out to be quite the entrepreneur.
You might say that we eventually found out that he was in the Importing/Exporting business.
He had access to all of this:
So, he would Import plants to the company truck,
And then Export them to his high school teacher to get a passing grade.
What a winner he was.
So, the truck I saw this morning brought back some Ancient Memories.
First boyfriend stories, anyone??