Thread:KevinVolkov/@comment-43614415-20190829235205/@comment-38078079-20190830054506

Ah, yes, it was 1989, and my thoughts were short and my hair was long, caught somewhere between boy and man. You were seventeen, but far from in between, and it was summertime in Northern Michigan. I remember that night, I just might regret that night for the rest of my days; I remember those soldier boys tripping over themselves to win our praise. I remember that dreamlike candlelight, like a dream that you can't quite place. But Bill Smith, I'll never forget the first time I saw your face.

You'll always be my first and only love, Bill!

I still wear your class ring!