We Were Not an Item


Off to a wedding with my friend Marilyn.  We knew each other because we attended the same Gospel Hall.  Marilyn needed an escort for a family wedding, so I happily obliged.

We were probably in our early twenties.  Note our pointy toed shoes all the rage "back then".
 

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