July 24,1966 was also a Sunday and I decided to attend the rock n roll dance at Rockland Lake Quarry outside Toledo with my pals from our own rock n roll band called The Mystic Eyes. We would begin our senior year in high school that September and we all worshiped The Beatles.
I first saw her long legs in gold short shorts before I looked into her eyes and lost my way for the next eleven years. Making wise guy comments about the band that was playing made her smile at first, then when she laughed out loud, I felt a rush of confidence and exhilaration unknown to me before that moment.
We went out every night the rest of the summer of 1966, then eloped in late December 1967.
Each of us graduated college, then divorced in 1977.
Life is sweet, until it is not.
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