Doug
Stan and I didn’t sit together in church after that. We arrived separately, even if we had spent the night together, which was most of the time. Sometimes I went to the eight o’clock service and he attended the 10:30.
We tried to be very careful not to be seen together too often, though we spent most nights either at my place or his.
Sometimes we took long drives after dark in his Thunderbird. I got my hair cut short, in what Larry Wolfe, my barber, called a Princeton, as short as a crew-cut, but parted and brushed to the side. That way, I didn’t have to worry about wearing a cap while we drove. Stan’s hair was already short, so thick and curly the wind didn’t leave it messed up. Those nighttime drives were wonderful. The air was still very warm, the sky was full of stars, and I wa
