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Daytona Beach, 1976. I was chasing the baseball dream and was in South Carolina visiting my parents before I headed back to California.
Friend of mine called, SAE fraternity guy at the University of Georgia:
"Come on, let's go." He probably added, "Pussy."
So I did.
I met a young lady from the University of North Dakota the first night. She was lump in your throat, hard to swallow good looking. And funny, gracious and apparently a Saint.
Unfortunately, the only thing we consummated over Spring Break was an agreement that I would visit Grand Forks (way out of my way) on my way back west.
So I did.
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1996 FJ80.
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