A Prom-Planning Pickle
Apr 05, 2022
3 minutes
By John Scanlan
It was May 1977 and the culmination of my senior year in high school. I was attending a small, rural school near Circleville, Ohio, and in June, my class would have a whopping 108 graduates.
At the time, LaDonna—a junior—was my girlfriend. We had only been dating for about five months.
There aren’t enough great adjectives to compliment LaDonna. She aspired to be a schoolteacher, and she possessed the epitome of high moral character.
I didn’t
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