Glad to Be in Your August Company

How can it feel like fifty years ago to remember part of August, 1971?

The odd little humanoids appear to be harvesting some sort of seaweed, rolling it into bundles, then unrolling the bundles and hanging fronds up to dry.  Seems like a few extra steps there in the middle.

Above is the cleaned-up version of the calendar page.

Friday, August 13, 1971 was an unlooked-for, momentous day for me.  I was dropped off at a church teen activity night by parents who were probably glad to be free for a few hours.  There I met a girl from Cortland, New York, the cousin of a church friend.  I was 14 and she was 13.  We talked and held hands.  I was allowed to ride along with her cousin's family as they took her to the place her family was staying.  I walked her to the door and kissed her very clumsily.

Yes, Lori was my first girlfriend.  The sense-of-wonder and the commencement of the civilization of this beast (yours truly) commenced here.  Best wishes, young lady, wheree'er ye be!

See you Monday, August 2nd, for the commencement of a month of TREKKING WITH CLIPPINGS!