For thirty-two years, four months and five days I lived in the same, small town. It had gotten to the point where I knew almost everyone at the grocery store. Parents or children of schoolmates, everyone. But, I never had too many friends and, even worse, hadn’t had a girlfriend in over four years. I guess I was a little wary of all the scuttlebutt and didn’t want to be the object of gossip. My best friends were Hank and Becky. I went to grade school and high school with Hank; Beck was two years behind us. I watched her...
