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February 8, 2008
Lonny lived in the cul-de-sac in the house with the white rattan carriage from an old Atlantic City tram car parked on the front porch. A stationary seat on that thing was almost as exciting as taking an actual ride especially if Lonny was next to you.

Ahhh, Lonny. Quiet, soft-spoken Lonny, with his thick, shiny, dark brown hair, well past his ears, falling from one side down over his forehead, almost into his enormous matching Bambi eyes.

Oh, how the 44-year-old version of me would love to see whatever became of the eight-year-old boy the six-year-old me crushed on!