Hey Father,
Please tell me you'e not really a Father, collar and all?I hate uniforms.
Anyway, I can't remember you, not because you're not memorable, but because I never got within eight feet of any guys the whole time I was in Straight.
Pam. yeah. Sad. She was my best friend. We rented an apartment after Straight together. Her poor dad is hearbroken. I could spell the whole downfall out for you, but it wouldn't be fair.
But I'm well. I live on an island off of Gloucester, travel and read all the starchy Russian novels I dodged in College. Sailing, hiking, two kids, great husband. It permed his eyebrows when I told him about Straight. I don't know if he fully comprehends, but how could he?
Where are you from? Did we know eachother?
I'd love to remember you.
Denisha