My first slow dance was to Skeeter Davis’, “The End of the World”. Over in the corner of the dimly-lit room was a record player, along with a stack of 45’s. Four bars into the piano intro, Bev Benson approached me, asking if I’d like to dance. Why does the sun go on shining?Why… Continue reading Girl-Crazy #3
I met Judy Shields in the autumn of 1964. It was at a church youth group dance. They called it “Young Peoples” in those days. At one point in the evening, full of life and sparkling with energy, Judy approached me, chattering on as if she’d known me for years. Not yet aware of how… Continue reading Girl-Crazy #2
What do you remember about your first kiss? I’d speculate it wasn’t as traumatic as mine. The Hurley sisters lived right across Winston Road from our house. I vaguely remember them as twins or at least close in age, and a year or two older than my seven years. Adele Hurley and her sister had… Continue reading First Kiss
(The following true story occurred about two years after my house fire incident recounted in “Dogs Can’t Talk”.) How is it that you meet someone just momentarily in life, but her name becomes permanently etched in your memory? When I was thirteen, my Southern Ontario town built an arena at the end our our street. … Continue reading Girl-Crazy #1
Peace in the Home 