I had returned home from a two-year active duty stint in the Army in the mid-eighties. It was late Spring and I was looking forward to the summer before going off to college the following fall. My Dad let me borrow his old truck and some ladders so that I could earn money that summer painting houses. I had printed up some fliers to place in the neighbors' mailboxes indicating that I was available for both interior and exterior work. When I came home from this endeavor, as I got out of my car, I couldn't help but notice my next door neighbor weeding her garden. She was wearing cut off jeans wit… 続きを読む