When I was down home in Louisiana, I was digging in one of my dresser drawers and came across an envelope with the return address of Vineland, New Jersey. I thought about it half a minute. Walnut Avenue, hum. Who is this? Suddenly, I was back in 1972, living in The Lakes Apartments north of Atlanta. My neighbor, Adele Breeden, became a good friend and we hung around together. She was an ice skating instructor at the local Ice rink. She introduced me to a man who was to change the course of my life in many ways. I soon took private ice skating lessons and competed locally. I won a bronze metal. Adele and I learned to ski together on polysnow at the Lakes Apartment ski chalet.
As I looked around that ancient bedroom, I realized that Adele had given me several things besides her loving friendship. There was an old yellow dresser that she gave me. On the wall, hung a marcrame' owl she had made for me. I've kept these things throughout the years. I lost the man she had introduced me to or rather he lost me. Time flowed by and she moved back to her home town in New Jersey. I moved to California. Then in that dusty drawer, amongst old airline tickets, trinkets and other junk, there was that envelope.
The last time I heard from Adele she had gotten married. About three months later, I think she got divorced. I'm sure she is out there somewhere. Do you have someone who you'd love to see again? Give us some ideas and maybe we can help find them, just as I'd love to find Adele and tell her thank you. Salud.