I’m referring to my friend since kindergarten, not my wife.
In second grade, the class got to dance a minuet waltz. Bill danced with Karen, Bernie with Lois, and Carol with me; why I remember this so many years later is beyond me. I think I developed a bit of a crush on Carol, because the next year, I hit her with a snowball, unintentionally in the head; I felt terrible.
The whole class got to spend time at her family cottage on a lake in northern Pennsylvania, which was always a treat.
At some point, someone came across a list of IQ scores of our class. No names were associated with the numbers Continue reading “Friend Carol is 60”