Dancing with Mom
In early 1968, my mother and her best friend Patty went 'dancing' a couple times a month, and as was their normal routine, they would rent a room, and walk to where they liked to dance, so as to not risk a OWI.It was about 1 a.m., when the phone rang, I was surprised to hear mom's voice on the other end. She was telling me that somewhere at the dancehall, she had lost her car keys, and would I be so kind as to run her my set of keys to her car. I asked if she needed them immediately or could it...