I was at a highschool basketball game, a sport that I detest, when she walk passed, wearing the finest pair of 'walking-away-jeans' I had ever laid eyes on.....
I was sitting with, unbeknownst to me at the time, her brother, I commented on the derriere that had just walked by.........
Introductions were made, and well that was the late Spring of '74......
She sits in front of me now planning Christmas dinner....
I should have had those jeans BRONZED...........
