Hi Johnny, you may not remember me, but I sure remember you. In 1949 I lived next door to you on Belmont Ave. I gave you a kiss on your cheek as I thought I was totally, hopelessly in love for the first time. If my memory serves me well, you told the nuns at St. Casimir's and I was placed in the corner for the whole day. I found you on a Google search and am very impressed with what you've done with your life. I'm not sure if your email address is up to date so I will close now but will write you if this goes through.
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