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| Isn't he the cutest? |
I began to "like" him when I was 13 and he was 16. He was 2 grades ahead of me, but almost 3 years older than me. He had a car and I was way too young to date! My parents would let him come over to our house and visit. He drove a very cool blue torinto. I'm not much on cars so I don't know the year. Probably a 1971 or 72. We had a German Shepherd dog that wouldn't let him out of the car, so my parents felt pretty good about that! (HEHE) I would have to walk out to the car and then walk him back in. And then when he was ready to leave, I would have to walk him back out to the car. The Christmas when I was 14 Mickey asked if I could ride around and look at Christmas lights. My parents agreed to let me. Mickey rode around Luverne and then went to Goshen. I had never really been to Goshen, so when he crossed the railroad tracks and bridge and was headed to Troy I didn't know where he was going. And when I realized I was in Troy, I was way too embarrassed to tell him I was going to be in BIG trouble! I felt like I was going to throw up. He went to a pizza restaurant called Pasquales. Had the best pizza and roast beef sandwiches. Of course, we saw some grown-ups from Luverne, so I knew I was going to have to tell my parents. I got home and told them the story and because I had told the truth, I wasn't in trouble. But...I still was not allowed to date!
Mickey has a kind of dry sense of humor. Not much of a talker, but tonight Mallory was eating dinner with us and he began to tell us this story. He said this man was sitting at his house and the police came and knocked at his door. He answered the door and they asked him if he were married. He said yes he was. They asked him if he had a picture of his wife and he showed them a picture of his wife. The police said, "Mr. Jones, I'm sorry, but it looks like your wife has been hit by a train." The man then said, "yeah, but she is very sweet and she is a really good cook."
And then Mickey grinned. And I fell in love all over again with his dimples and sense of humor.

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