Gary Bradley and his older brother Steve, lived around the corner on Hartline in a mid-century modern style home with plenty of glass, completely different from any of the other homes. They lived next door to the Hart family houses, maybe dating to the beginning of the 19th Century.
He was the cool kid - he had a custom motor scooter, a go kart and a hot rod he worked on in the garage. He would let us snot-nosed kids, mostly me, into the house to listen to 45s (like Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis and Little Richard), if we cleaned up the poop in his pigeon cage, which I did willingly. You were "cool" in such a very kind way,
Judy Sharp lived across the street from us at Lingo Lane. An only child, she was three years older than me and covered with a veneer of sophistication which so far eluded me.
Long dark blonde hair, attractive with a to my tin-ears a sultry voice and unfailingly polite. She always talked with me - she had her own car and one summer she took me out to Est Texas State University in Commerce. While she was in class, I walked around to get a taste of College Life.
Of course in my late teen age years, I wanted to do more than talking. Way before I knew what "was after talking" was all about. Than you for being so kind to me.
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