Linda: My first real girlfriend, a cool funny girl with dark hair and a pretty face. We hung out a lot that summer, whether I rode my bike 3-1/2 miles to you, or you came down to me. I loved cracking jokes, dancing at the Disco Kid, and messing around behind the giant pipe at the playground with you.
When school started, you broke my heart when you told me the bikerides were too far and infrequent, and you returned my leather bracelet. Years later, I’d see you in the paper, and I was always proud.