How Bill and I Met

In October of 1959, I went to Houston to take delivery of a new car...a shiny new red Triumph TR3.  It was so much fun to drive.

At that time, Bill had a 1956 Austin Healey LaMans.  It was very racy, with a louvered hood and leather straps to hold the hood down.  

A week or two later, my teaching friend Carol Sweeny, and I went for a ride in my little red car.  We saw a bunch of sport cars at a parking lot having some kind of special event, so we stopped to watch.

Bill was there and tried to get his friend, Dan Erhardt, to ask me out.  (Recently, I ask Bill why he didn’t ask me out.  He said he already had a date for that weekend.)  

[Bill and I can’t remember what kind of car Dan drove, but he was always talking about it being a 2.2 liter.  Our crazy friend, PeeWee, nicknamed Dan...Doodley Dan, the two two man.]

Anyway, I’m glad to report that Dan didn’t ask me out.  Bill said he was, too!