On a Sunday afternoon in early January, 1960, I was riding around in my little red car when I saw a bunch of sports cars in a parking lot. They were standing around talking. Being the shy person that I was even then, I stopped to join the group. Soon afterwards, Bill arrived to take part in the fun.
Before I left, he asked for my phone number. I would stop here and say the rest is history, but there is so much more to tell.
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