“Wedding Bells are….

breaking up that old gang of mine” are the partial lyrics of a song that made its debut in the mid 1950s.   The lyrics lament the loss of childhood friends as we become adults.   Sadly in my experience, we don’t keep in touch. Some of the names that I haven’t seen since my childhood growing up in East Tennessee:  Billy Marshall, Richard Self, and Carl Callaway.    I’m not sure Billy, Richard and Carl are still alive, but I sometimes wonder if they are and what they’re doing.   I have the same curiosity about special girls I knew so many years ago.  They’re all snapshots in my mind looking young forever.   That’s not a bad thing.


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