That first picture could have been of me and Susan, who lived next door. We were the best of friends. In fact, she was the girl I took on my first real date and with whom I shared my first kiss. She really was a babe!
Funny thing is, shortly after that first kiss thing, her parents moved out of the West End to the Highlands and I didn't see her again for a number or years.
Really, I didn't see her again until after she went to Vanderbilt and married some rich kid from Tennessee.
Funny how that worked out. It was almost like her parents planned it that way...
But I well remember the photographers and their ponys who traveled the city neighborhoods taking pictures of city kids. Every kid wanted to climb aboard that stoic little pony and pretend to be Roy or Gene or Hoppy or Dale or ...........
Hey Taler! Hey Wiley!
Was it was really that long ago?
Oh. I guess it was. Whoa...! This calls for a drink!!!