I COULD have been a Moonie

I was just being a theological flirt myself, giving them hope that they might reel me in, but having NO intention following through.


In the summer of 1977, I was living in Jackson Heights, Queens (part of New York City), and working 30 hours a week, 6 pm until midnight, in Manhattan (NYC) for this telemarketing company. I was making phone calls all over the country for TV Guide subscriptions and Encyclopedia Americana annuals.

I seemed to have a lot of time on my hands, because I wandered through the city a lot. One time I was somewhere around 36th Street when I was approached by this young woman. Initially, I thought she was flirting with me, which was nice, because she was really quite cute. In fact Continue reading “I COULD have been a Moonie”