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Me on the left, Donna on the right in 1995
I met my friend Donna, in 1964 or 65, when we were in the 8th grade. I was the new kid, having moved from Austell to Douglasville, Georgia, after school had started for the year. We were inseparable in our early teens, spending almost every weekend at her house. We helped each other through our first marriages, having our children, and through the divorces that followed.
We visited as often as we could over the years, but it never seemed like often enough. The photo above was taken in May of 1995, when we drove to San Antonio, Texas together to take a bassinette to my son and his wife for their firstborn child. We decided that since we were close enough, we would just drive down to Mexico for one day before returning to Atlanta.
Donna bought a longhorn steer skull, with a horn span of what seemed like six feet. If it had been one more inch, we would have had to have driven all the way with the rear windows rolled down so they could stick out. A few years later, when I hit the road for my life as a gypsy, I lost track of her. We haven’t seen each other in almost 10 years, maybe more. But, I found her on Facebook this week! I hope we can get together when I go home to Douglasville over the winter.
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