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Blue suede shoes and other notes


When senior citizens start talking about their lives as young adults, the stories get really interesting. I find out how they met their spouses — dances were popular venues — and the lengths they went to to see each other (most didn't have cars of their own, so hitchhiking and walking miiiiles were common). One woman in my current class met her husband when he broke in while she was dancing with another; I thought that happened only in the movies. Another couple had their bridesmaids wear blue and yellow dresses and the guys wore gray suits and ... blue suede shoes. I have learned that at least three of the women in the class worked for G.E. during World War II. I'm looking forward to when one of them mentions that job during a class discussion and all three of them suddenly realize they have it in common. It is true in all kinds of circumstances that more binds us together than sets us apart.

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