And Another Thing . . .

I forgot to tell you, but the gal I took to Homecoming in my senior year of high school, now lives in New York. We got in touch a few weeks ago and met out for drinks on the Upper West Side Wednesday night. Her parents are up for the holiday, and her mom reminded me of how I came to the door all those years ago to pick her up for the big dance wearing my high-top basketball shoes.

Yes, I've always been classy.