Here’s another throwback story that I had forgotten about until all of the recent protests. All of the activism reminded me of some vonteering I did in my younger years. About 15 years ago I was volunteering at this non-profit whose focus was on reducing gun violence. I didn’t really have any special skills, I was just looking for something to be a part of in a new city. Anyway, it was a pretty loosely organized group of volunteers, almost all of whom were over the age of 65. The director, who shall be named Shelly, was only about 5 years older than I was, which made us fast friends because everyone else was an OG hippie.
Shelly and I worked well together, she had a super spunky personality, as well as very smart and passionate about her work. Body type she wasn’t really what I looked for, but cute. Very blonde chin length hair, a little on the plus side but not out of control. She was athletic, played golf, or swam, or something like that. Cute smile. Even though she was the director she was very chill. In fact I soon made it into the circle of trust in which she shared she smoke a lot of pot. Like wake-and-bake sort of style. So, easy going, no drama.