Another Picture Tells a Story
We were at a party in Murph's basement one night. A nice gathering- until someone brought out the then-girlfriend's yearbook. I took it and said, I wanted to see what my baby looked like last year. Laura started crying. She threatened she would leave right then and there if I looked her up! She would never speak to me again! Jeez, alright. I knew how pretty girls felt about bad pics of themselves. Yearbooks. Driver's license. Yeah, I got that. Her tears caught me by surprise, but women- whaddaya gone do. They do get emotional about silly things. I shrugged it off, but I have to say, it stayed in the back of my mind. Years later, Laura and I had long since broken up a brief marriage, and I was tending bar and breaking in a new bartender named Leslie. In chatting her up, I learned that she had gone to school with Laura and in fact, had lived next door to her. "Yeah, I remember that fat pig", Leslie said. "Fat pig"? I told her, I didn't think we wer...