Pat s Presents 1
On my 50th birthday I looked back at my life with its successes and failures, its high points and pits. What might the next 50 years bring, assuming of course that I lasted that long? Among many other thoughts I remembered Pat, short for Patricia. One of those unforgettable people. In my early teens my parents were going out most Saturday nights, leaving me and my seven-year-old brother in the custody of a babysitter. It was usually Pat who lived nearby. She was sixteen and kinda homely in my...