18 years ago, Scott asked me out to the Halloween Dance when we were in 6th grade. I was flooded with invitations (har, har) and so I felt it best to turn down any potential offers as not to succumb to favoritism (or relentless teasing).
All of that aside, I remember Scott distinctly and the note he had typed on the computer to pass up the row during 6th period Language Arts. Obviously, I checked the box marked “no”, and we tease every so often about the repercussions it had on our respective lives.
A few months ago as Scott was home rummaging through his attic (trying desperately to find the Nintendo he thought he saved) he came across a journal of his….from October, 1995.
Now it’s time to get that thing framed…
Happy Thursday, all.