Back in the 60’s every young girl couldn’t wait until she turned sixteen to have her “Sweet Sixteen” birthday party because that was the advent of her becoming a young woman. Going to a Catholic grade school until eight-grade I had to wear uniforms with knee socks to school and my parents forbid me to wear stockings out socially, remember pantyhose weren’t invented yet. So when I turned sixteen I was ready for some wardrobe changes. Vividly I remember that morning of my sixteenth birthday taking a bath to get ready for my afternoon party and as I walked out...
