In April of 1959; I was a high school senior less than 2 months from graduation. I had a job on the second shift at the local textile mill and had just recently purchased a newer car to replace my old clunker. My new one was a red '55 Chevy in excellent condition. Head turned when I drove down the street. The car is how I wound up dating Deborah Ann Page (our minister's daughter). She was attracted to the car a lot more than she was to me. But I didn't mind too much. Deborah really loved that car and since I was on the approved list of people she could date; I was able to take her out. She really liked the captain of the football team, I knew, but her parents didn't allow her to date jocks. Deborah was also a senior who had planned to go to a large university several hundred miles away in the fall. I pretty much knew that would spell

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