BTW, we would have been around 18 at that time and I’m sure you can understand just how important girls would have been to us!
I made you a collaborator, so fire away!
Sure. But isn’t this Adam’s story? So he’s the one that can enable you as collaborator? Otherwise if it is me, please tell me how to navigate there. I haven’t been able to so far.
If you make me a collaborator on this story, I’ll be able to add a video page that gives the rest of the story. On the other hand, this is your memoir, not mine. So I’ll leave it up to you!
I also vaguely recall you telling me you managed to get all of us off the street into an apartment lobby but no one in the building would help you, or even let you use a phone (pre-cell phone era). Somehow, you managed to figure out how to get through to Jim’s Dad, who picked us up and drive us home? Or did you flag down a taxi to get us somewhere? I also vaguely recall you telling me about you drunkenly trying to flag down a cab
I'm really glad you added that. Especially the snow angels while one of the more respected teachers was passing by moment (He was one of the great ones ... I'm pretty sure you got a big grin out of him ... :-). And I also had forgotten that I didn't have a sippy cup and I was drinking sweet wine out of a bottle ... bleccchh ...). I'm sure there was a life lesson in there somewhere for me ...
Nice to hear that this is something that’s been passed down for generations😅😅