Way back in 1965, Chicago, Danny was my first real love. Circumstances beyond our control were ...
Way back in 1965, Chicago, Danny was my first real love. Circumstances beyond our control were what separated us. I never entirely lost that feeling, and have always thought of him often. He appeared to me when he died -- one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me. I guess he wanted me to know. I have a picture of him from when we were 16, and wish I could see one of him later in life. I thought of him last night after I woke from a very odd dream about his brother Larry. I wonder what that meant, if anything, because I sure never did that before!
Anyway, just re-living sweet old memories. If you're someone with a picture or two, share if you will. If Larry reads this, it wasn't me who called you that time, years ago. It was Dena, we're good friends. ;-)
Jan
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