Posted by:
Shummy
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Date: June 21, 2015 12:18PM
Folks, it was early 1967 when my folks hatched a daring plan to rescue me from the clutches of Stan.
My folks were agonizing over my attraction to girls with uh loose morals let's just say.
Since I had already been accepted at the Y and since my sister and new hubby were already attending, they figured why not send me off to Provo to get me out of Lordsburg NM with all it's loosely moraled lovelies.
I dumbly went along with the plan as it was presented to me.
So on the 2nd of January I packed my bags and as I was boarding my sister's car for the journey north, my Dad out of the blue planted a full warm kiss on my very own lips.
He had NEVER kissed me once in all the time I could ever remember.
So off we went and I enrolled at Provo High and tried to fit in a strange new school.
No sooner was I there and beginning to understand the strange lingo and customs than we received word on the 10th of January that my father had been killed in a tractor roll-over.
After the funeral I never went back to Provo High.
Dunno if Dad knew I was still a virgin, but that didn't last too much longer. It was as if his leaving gave me license to finally do what he had suspected me of doing all along.
RIP, Pops. I <3 you too!
I always knew somehow that you really loved me even though you always had trouble showing me that you did.
Until that very final blessed moment, that is.