I went to college in a mid-sized city, home of what was then a major technology firm surrounded by two post-secondary institutions. As a result, the area was a busy mix of students along with relatively wealthy individuals and families. While I had my fair share of women during my college years, there was always
The Beaver was hurting. He was hurting real bad and it was worse for he knew it was because he had been a full fledged total asshole. It had started almost a week ago when he became the football hero of Grant Avenue Grammar School (GAGS) by catching the last pass of the game in
“Hello Mrs Melon” I said aloud as I walked through the living room. “Oh hi Tommy” she replied. “Is Steven in?” I asked. “No, he’s not coming back ’til tonight, he’s gone out with his father. Well, how have you been?” she asked as she pointed for me to take a seat. Mrs Melon, was
It was a late Saturday morning in Three Rivers. A warm May breeze wafted through Sharon Cherski’s window, and the she began to awaken. Sharon should have been happy on this day. She was, after all, one of the most popular sophomores at Liberty High. The girls liked her because of her sweet and friendly
The swinging sixties! What a fabulous decade for teenagers; Most things were again normal after the end of the cruel and bitter 2nd World War. Young people for the first time easily found jobs; which helped to put money in their pockets, at last we had found a sort of freedom. Many young people rebelled