Love’s Golden Hour

Has it really been fifty years?  Seems like just yesterday when I was shooting rubber bands at your backside in mechanical drawing class. Where did the time go?

Us

We met in mechanical drawing class, fall of 1968. She sat at the desk in front of me.

She worked hard on her drawings, usually getting “Cs & Bs.” I shot rubber bands at her butt, blamed it on the guy next to me, and copied her drawings—I got “Bs & As.”

The teacher warned her to stay away from me, telling her, “He’s trouble.” He may have been right.