25 Years Ago
The first time I met Dave I was an overconfident sixteen year old kid. I’d just knocked on his front door and was looking for his daughter, Mandy. She was the hot new sophomore in school and I was eager to get to know her a lot better.
Standing on that doorstep some 25 years ago I’m sure I came across with all of the obnoxiousness that only a 16 year old can ooze and simultaneously be unaware of.
“She’s not here” Dave politely told me. I’m still not sure if that was true or not, but in the long run it wouldn’t matter. Little did either of us know that within the next six years he’d become my father-in-law.