If you don't think the way we were was any different than the way we are...Back in 1952, the headline for one Glendale (CA) News Press was: WEATHERMAN SEES CLOUDS.
My head was in the clouds too, a certain girl said she like me. I happened to be crazy about that certain girl too. This did not bode well for J.J Hamilton, who was my News Press supervisor. Everyday, but Sunday, he would stop in front of my house and drop my bundle of papers.
The day I was so in love was the same day I finished my paper route and found I was eight papers short. I called Mr. Hamilton and told him. He got up from his dinner and drove by and gave me eight papers. The next day, I went into the shed behind the garage and found eight newspapers. I never told him.
Bonnie and I went steady for a whole week and then she gave me back the ring I had given her to wear around her neck. I was devestated, that ring cost about two dollars and had a lovely horsehoe on it.