I’ve been a bad, bad girl.
For most of my life. At least for the last 30 years.
There have been so many (so very many) tantalizing trysts in my past, that I find myself forgetting about some of them. And then, all of the sudden, I am transported back to a different time and place.
Just like that.
During lunch today, I drove through downtown. My city is rather small and the downtown area is less than impressive, although they do try to “revitalize” it about every ten years. The sun was shining. The air was crisp. it was a gorgeous fall day. I breathed in the air and began to reminisce about some of the fun times I’d had downtown. Then my jaunt downtown turned into a trip down memory lane.
It was the summer of 1991. I was working in a pharmacy while attending college. I…
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