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@WarnerCrocker No doubt. On the reverse side, my mother would field calls from girls for me and wrinkle her brow over these presumptuous hussies calling her son. It was far too forward for her. :)

We’re talking middle school. Our only opportunity to “hang out” apart from school was limited to a handful of after school functions a year. Rolling Rink Night. The big Quilt Auction and BBQ. Risqué stuff.

That’s when I began riding my bicycle miles and miles to meet up with girls and friends.