Like It Was Yesterday...
|1. This was in Lynwood, CA, in a nice, quiet neighborhood. When my son was in first grade, in the mid-1950's, I went to a PTA meeting with a bowl of salad. I got to the school and was walking on the street to the entrance. A man stopped me to ask directions and when I was showing him, he put his hand on my bottom. I was so shocked! He looked like a nice man! So I just kept walking. When I got home I called the police. They came to the house and took the report, but that was the end of it. My concern was, of course, that the man was outside the school: even as 'harmless' as that seemed, that creep could have been a child molester.|
2. My husband and I were coming home from a movie - the kids were away - we were driving a 1936 Chevy that had seats - not like the cars today, I can't think of what they were called - Two drunken Marines from Pendelton rear ended us. Oh - bucket seats! - well, my seat went clear back, I thought my back was broken. A friend sent me to his lawyer. I am sitting at the lawyer's desk, explaining my back injury and that my knee hit the dash board, and this old codger reached over to see my knee and took his hand and rubbed my knee - well, at first it seemed innocent but then it dawned on me: Wait a minute! He is being naughty! Well, I moved my knee, and it is true: You do feel violated. He was just a dirty old man! And I didn't go back to him!
- from Grandma Gigi