My second alleged girlfriend (only in my own estimation), Sherry Caudel (sp?). She lived across from us on Chesterton St. in Roanoke. I think this picture was taken when she was in the third grade and I was in the fourth grade.
We had a block party one summer. I spent all evening trying to impress her, throwing baseballs and riding bikes. Arriving home, I was floating in reverie as I walked up the stairs. My dad was suddenly furious with me. I was oblivious to the fact that I had stepped in dog shit and was tracking it all over the carpet. Boy, did that burst my romantic bubble.