I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas.
I was eighteen when I met Margaret. She worked at an ice cream shop on Lake Street, and I found excuses to visit almost every evening. That summer felt endless. …
I never told my wife about Margaret. Summer of 1962. We were 18. She worked at the ice cream shop on Lake Street. I enlisted that fall. Wrote her 14 letters from overseas. Read More