Anyway, while a few of my friends were starting to get giggly over the tall, handsome P.E teacher or the suave, softly spoken head of English…I was ...completely oblivious! My attention was caught by the unimaginably hairy Mr. C (I spent many an hour dreaming about licking every inch of him), or the rather short, strangely high pitched Mr. H who had the most curious bulge in his cords all the time! But top of my list was Mr M. An institution, having taught a good few generations before me and. If she lost he would be the looser not she. The other two said they wanted to do that with the other girls.Pat asked if she was included, she confessed that she had never played Black Jack before.The youngest one offered to bankroll her and teach her at the same time.They shifted seats, one of the girls was between each man.Lynn changed her small chips to hundred dollar ones and put them in her fanny pack.Jo did the same.Play resumed, The ladies were playing with black one hundred dollar chips. They received many congratulations afterwards. Garry received more than his fair share because he stood head and shoulders above all the other boys and was easier to identify.Becca was effusive in her praise and Garry responded with a beaming smile and, for him, said a lot about which carols he had enjoyed the most and which were the more difficult ones. He was introduced to Steven who shook him warmly by the hand and commiserated about his ankle. He had been to Outpatients the previous day and. And the Coleman stove ... all came from the metal storage shed behind the summer house. The summer house was our third year at the lake. Charley bought it when he’d sold his first novel.Charlie set it up as a temporary rental ... and occupied at the moment. After we toured the town and stopped at the boat yard to look at the collection of sailboats Charlie had bought for his kids to learn how to sail, we were on the road again Just the three of us ... and my memories.The new roads have taken.