THE FREAK–Part 1 of 5
December, 1960 My story doesn’t start here, but this is where I’ve decided to begin—in church. It was the first week in December and a surprise blizzard had dumped almost ten inches of wet sloppy snow overnight. Luckily, I had a 4-wheel drive Jeep with big knobby tires that were great for snow or for driving on the beach, something I did occasionally in the summer at my parents’ bungalow on Long Island. It was slow going over the eight miles from my home to St. Catharine’s, but I still arrived in plenty of time to get a seat on the end of the pew. I had been there maybe fifteen minutes when I stood for the start of the Mass. I couldn’t help but notice the striking young woman standing just behind me along …