High Society to Chain Gang pt 1
8 th May 1929. Wednesday. She came down main street in that brand new Studebaker of theirs, the 1929 model straight eight one hundred horsepower President model, gee did I feel small, how in the hell could I look her right in the face as I walked down that boarded sidewalk past the chain gang filing in the holes in the dirt street. She pulled to a halt outside Grays Bank, I couldn’t turn around so I just had to brazen it out. “Hi John!” she said breezily as she opened the drivers door. “Hello Mrs Meyer,” I said deferentially, gee she was beautiful, her hair was lighter now, peroxide blonde not the light brown from when we were kids, and her dress was pulled in around that slim waist of hers and the shoulders …