Visiting the Ford garage

One day in 2nd grade, when it was time for afternoon recess, I walked out and started for home.  I must have been really out of it, because I didn't notice that when we walked out the door everyone else turned right when I turned left, or notice that I was the only one walking down the hill,. This was the year of the abusive nun, so maybe I went someplace else in my mind that day. It was when I reached the bottom of the hill that I realized I was alone and there was no safety patrol to help me cross the street.  I started to cry because I didn't know what was going on.  Across the street was the Ford garage, and one of the mechanics came out and took me into the garage.  I don't know why they just kept me there, but they did.  Maybe I didn't tell them my name, or whatever, but I would think that they would have tried to find out where I was supposed to be, or call the police, or something.  But they didn't do that. They sat me down and gave me snacks to eat, and talked to me while they worked.  I remember sitting on the hood of a car. When school was really over, they just sent me home.  Meanwhile, the school had called my mother and told her I was missing and hadn't come in from recess.  She called my dad at work and he was driving around looking for me. So when I walked in the door at home, oblivious, I was met by a frantic mother (who almost killed me).  This was just one of those weird things that happened in my life. In a freaky coincidence, as a freshman in high school I met a girl and became best friends with her.  Her father worked as a mechanic at the Ford garage, and he was the one who had come out to get me and took me into the shop.

Dating a priest

Speaking of priests, our family sometimes got friendly with younger priests at our parish.  My brother Alan was really good friends with Father Al. Al would come over to our house and hang out.  The summer I was 18 I didn't go to Colorado for the summer, but stayed home with Alan so I could work and earn money for college.  That summer Alan had a girlfriend named Karen who also spent a lot of time at our house.  That meant that the four of us spent a lot of time together.  We were all friends and didn't think anything of it.  One night we went out to see "Jesus Christ Superstar."  We all walked in, Alan and Karen in front, and me and Father Al behind them.  I was goofing off and introduced Father Al to a friend of mine as my "date." Right after that we turned around and saw some people from our church, staring at us and whispering.  They must have ran to tell the head priest about what they saw, because after that Father Al hardly ever came to our house any more.  Nosy bitches!  I didn't see father Al much after starting college, until he was going to marry me.  No, not MARRY me, marry me, but marry me as in performing the ceremony.  He was a great guy! Cute, too!