We were 14 maybe? Michael was my first “real” boyfriend. Keith, Michael and I were watching a movie in Keith’s room. Anyway, Keith fell asleep and Michael and I started to make out. Maybe 5 minutes later my dad walks in and catches us smooching! He flipped out. Sends Michael home and tells him “you come back here tomorrow. When I’m calm we are going to talk.” I thought he’d never come back. But he did and somehow charmed the pants off my dad. I wasn’t allowed to be alone with him after that, but we managed. 😁
Then there was the camp out in our yard. I believe there was a fire that night that got a bit away from the pit and a lot of Bacardi 151.
Plant and Page concert was an amazing time. Too many hockey games to mention. Let’s go Rangers!!!
It never mattered how much time went between speaking with Michael or seeing him, when we did connect the friendship always felt so natural.
He will be truly missed.
My condolences to you all. Sending vibrations of peace and strength your way.