The month of June, 1939, was an important time in my life.
One evening, I got a call from my friend Maureen. She had a friend visiting from Philadelphia, and needed a date for her. Would I oblige? Of course I would be glad to help my school buddy. Maureen and I had been friends for years with a sort of brother/sister relationship (she had no siblings) and I always enjoyed being with her.
Saturday night arrived and I was at Maureen's on time, properly dressed (jacket and tie). Her boyfriend, Jack, (another buddy of mine) was already there. Shortly, Maureen and her friend, Ruth, came down the stairs and I stood up to be introduced.* We spent the evening dancing, followed by late-night burgers. I invited Ruth to attend church with me the following morning and she agreed. When we arrived, my mother greeted Ruth with, "So, you are the young woman who kept my son out so late last night!"
On Sunday evening, we three drove Ruth to her home in northeast Philadelphia, where I met her family and, promised to call her soon.
More, later.
*Ruth told me later that she was so impressed that I stood to be introduced.
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