A party at the Wheelers
This party held promise. It was not going to be a mild soiree but it was going to have a great mix of people at a beautiful large country home. I was invited because the man of the house knew me from volunteer organization work where we had crossed paths. He did not know about my seedy reputation and he was something of a wise older counselor for me. I was interested in his son Ricky, who was about my own age. The party was to have a couple of grills going on the home’s large terrace. It was to...