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Date: 970925
Time: 20:05:15
Ive told this story to many of my friends throughout the years simply because to me it is a testament to my dearly beloved fathers grand sense of humor. Put quite simply my very first time at making love was to a girlfriend of mine during my last year of highschool. We would sneak away to my fathers photo studio to have a nice quiet evening to ourselves doing the things that innocent young folks would do together. Sometimes we would even bring along our close friends Jimmy and Julie for a double date. Anne and I would take my Dads office while Jimmy and Julie would frolic on the floor of my mothers office. Well Anne and I knew that we had to be alone this one hot summer evening. And to make a long story short...it was a grand evening on the floor of Dads private office. The thing that always brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye was my fathers behavior the following morning. For you see...Anne forgot to stuff her stockings into her purse when we left the evening prior. My father and I always drove to work together when I was home from college in the summer and upon arriving at work I would head off into the photo lab to get the processors going and of course my Dad would head off into his office. And I will never forget that about 10 minutes after arriving at work that morning from in the direction of the front of the studio I could hear my father bellow out in his deep New York voice "AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HEAR". Well I really didnt have any idea that Anne had left something behind so quite innocently I went up to the front of the studio where the offices were and there were two of the other photographers standing there looking at the stockings that my Dad had draped other one of his arms. Well needless to say we just all stood there with blank expressions on our faces I certainly wasnt going to fess up to anything and my father simply declared that someone must have sneaked in from the adjoining business (we shared a common freight elevator and the doors were never locked) and left a little present in my Dads office. At with that he smirked a bit and went back to his office. Well I was young then at probably 19 or 20 years old and I am now 43.It was a few years later upon reflecting about that morning that I realized that my Dad certainly knew what had transpired and in realizing the beauty of innocence lost gave me a real simple out in saying that someone must have snuck in and deposited those stockings in the studio. I know now that knowing look and the corners of the mouth upturned and the giggle my father must have had when he tossed those stockings away in the waste paper basket next to his desk. I will always remember that when I think of my father and I will always remember Anne and that great night back in the summer of 73.