Eighth Grade, lifelong friendships were formed, and hormones were unleashed.
Karen had an enormous crush on me, as I recall. This was a confusing concept in an increasingly confusing world.
Meanwhile, Beth dropped my heart into the cuisinart and hit "puree".
It was more and more common in those days to find priests who looked like jazz musicians. Everybody thought this guy was impossibly cool. He disliked me because he thought I was a smart ass. Which I was.
