Hazel – at right – is the one that got away. Of all our girlfriends from Old West Point High School, she ventured off farther than the rest of us had the nerve or moxie to do successfully. We renamed her Hazel in third grade.
Actually, sometime in 1963, she took to calling me Gene and I called her Autry. That’s how “country” we were. We roomed together in college and what a year that was! Continue reading