It wasn’t that I didn’t like him. Our paths just never seemed to cross.
He was an athlete. I was the valedictorian.
He played football, and I was in the marching band. Even though he wasn’t a big guy, he was fast, and he scored lots of touchdowns as a running back. I was so busy marching around with my saxophone or socializing with people in the bleachers that I hardly had time to notice the people running across the field.
He also played basketball and ran track, but baseball was his sport. I played tennis and worked on the school newspaper. (That’s me in the photo, holding my tennis racket like it’s a guitar. Some things never change.)
I also signed up for every club I could in an attempt to get my photo on as many pages as possible in the high school year book. While I spent most of my time trying to fit in with the “popular” crowd, he was content to hang out on his grandfather’s farm on the weekends.
I wondered what he would think about getting an e-mail from me?
To be continued…