Charlene was my first girlfriend. Her best friend Doris took this picture just down the street Hawthorne Elementary school. I sure was skinny then. I had rented a garage for my '57 Pontiac and one day Charlene and I went to go for a ride. But we sat in the car in the garage for our eight hours, just talking and smooching. It was dark when we left. I'll never forget that day. Charlene lived with her dad, her brother, and her sister Lucy. Lucy used to bring me notes for Charlene. Not having a mother must have been hard. Charlene had to learn about makeup and fixing her hair all by herself. Look at how nice she looks. |
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