How We Came to the Lake

They say all things come full circle and for Bill and I, this is very true.  Let me start at the beginning, "How we met." Bill's dad, Jim, owned a gas station, cafe, liquor store and bodyshop at the end of Flucom Road on Hwy 67.  Bill worked at the gas station, along with his younger brother, Marty.  I worked at the cafe and babysat for my nephew, his dad had the bodyshop.  One day Bill asked me if I would like to go for a ride in his baby blue '63 ford convertible.  Looking dreamily at this handsome older boy, I immediately agreed!  In the car, traveling down the road, Bill began to shift gears when the entire shifter pulled out in his hand and I could see the road below us!  What had I gotten into was my first thought and still the same thought today - it's always interesting - never dull.  The next time I saw Bill pull into the station, he had another girl with him - his girlfriend.  What a turd.  That was the last time I saw Bill for five years.  Tune in again for what happened next!