Life is long and full of unexpected turns."
-from the Isabel Allende book,
The House Of The Spirits
It was the Fall of 1979 and I was twenty years old, attending Cal State University, Sacramento. I would ride my bicycle daily along the beautiful La Riviera Drive. I loved that street during the months of October and November, being surrounded by the autumn foliage colors.
One weekend I was at home alone and decided to make a phone call. This was before cell phones and the world wide web accessibility. The communications source was my white trimline "land line" phone. I was a semi-starving college student. I dialed a wrong number. The average person would say, "Sorry, you have the wrong number."
Not this time! I reached Kearin Miller. Kearin was only fourteen years old. She wanted to talk. I think her pal, Jeani Magana was there and they were being typical junior high schoolgirls. I was still a kid at heart. I played along. We were all hopeless flirts.
I foolishly gave Kearin my telephone number and she would call from time to time. We talked for hours about school. Our connection lasted through the summer. I was attending summer school.
One weekday afternoon on a hot Sacramento summer day I went to visit Kearin and her little sister, Diane. Her mother was at work and I would have been in trouble if I was found there. I confess that I was nervous. What's a twenty year old man doing at the home of a fourteen year old on a weekday afternoon? Of course, it was all completely innocent but many would frown on it today. We laughed and joked around. Diane was a sweetie. Diane would play 'dress up' and love my visits. I recall visiting once or twice...maybe three times. They wanted me to come to visit again. I never did. I moved back to the Bay Area and we lost touch.
Jeani Magana (Kearins' schooltime pal) who still lives in Sacramento found me via an online search a few years ago. She was on my MYSPACE account that I had started to connect with my nieces and nephew. I sent this comment to Jeani back in August 2008.
Aug 14, 2008 1:49 PM
Oh...so cool to see you're still here at MYSPACE.
I hope all is HAPPY over in your neck of the woods.
Is it as HOT there as it is here? Hugs.
:)
Whatever happened to Kearin Miller...LOL...remember her.
Kearin Miller had a friend who googled her name and noticed the above comment. Kearin sent me a message via MYSPACE last Friday, wondering about me.
Coincidentally, I was going through some boxes (during the household 'Clutter Removal Project') last Thursday, March 5, 2009. I found many 'School Days' photos of friends including these two photos of Kearin and Diane:
PHOTO: 1981-Kearin Miller
PHOTO: 1981-Diane Miller
I replied to the online message from Kearin. I reminded her of our 'Sorry, Wrong Number' days. She remembered and gave me her telephone number. Last Friday night, March 6, 2009, we reconnected and reminisced as if only a few days had passed since 1979. Kearin still has the same charming voice. I am happy to know that we have found each other again. She has reassured me that it will be okay for us to meet for coffee. She is forty-two now and I am forty-nine (after all).
The sad news was learning that her kid sister, Diane Miller, had passed away in 2001
after a battle with cystic fibrosis.
Kearin said, "Diane loved you!"
I loved her, too. I can still hear the sound of her laugh.
PHOTO: A recent photo of Kearin Miller
Twenty-five years ago today:
March 9, 1984, Friday
It was a smooth day at work.
I picked up Paige LaBris at 8 o'clock at the Greyhound Station. We ate dinner at the Ice-Cream Dock at Harbor Bay Isle. We went to Bay Isle Wine & Spirits and then went to my pad to drink champagne.
Being the respectable gentleman that I am I slept on the sofa and she slept in my bed.
"Your bed smells good. It smells like you...like your cologne," Paige said.
We had a good time. We watched Joan Rivers as hostess of The Tonight Show. We laughed and caught up on lost time. I remember meeting her when I was twenty-one at a local park near my home in Sacramento. She was on her bike and was only about fifteen at the time. She made a point of telling me she was still a virgin 'on this night'. Did she say it with intention of her willingness to lose her virginity with me?
"Well, it's not going to happen this weekend," I thought quietly to myself.
Paige is too "OW" (overweight). Am I being too "picky"? After going out with Paloma last night. I want her body over all.
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