Hi, Ron - I'm Carly - a writer from Toronto, Canada. Don't know if you've seen me online or not - I usually work under the user name of Wild City Woman or Wise Woman.
I visited your website; linked from your profile - you've a heart like me own, Laddie - photography, gardening . . . have a look at my forums (no longer writing forums), gardening, snappers, travel, books n' movies and just plain ole discussion.
Feel free to show your photos there, of course.
http://wildcity.proboards.com/index.cgi?Anyway - about this paragraph of yours . . .
You'll see my suggestions in blue . . . It was late
August, '62, in 1962 when I first saw Albert Parker. After all this time, I still remember the year quite distinctly. It was my first teenage summer, life’s first great transition, and I had been waiting months for something special to happen, something magical. Something like having Marilyn Monroe show up on my doorstep. In my dreams she would ask me, in
(her) breathless whisper, to
take her. At the time, I wasn’t even sure what that meant. Hell, it didn’t matter. Just having her show up would have been enough, as long as the rest of the gang saw her. Of course, Marilyn never came to 722 Reichold Street in Brickdale. Albert did.
Hope that helps you out. I'll poke a little something of my own in.
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