“This is the boy I want to marry!”
Eight words that stand out sharp and clear in my diary. There is no hesitation, no wavering in the writing—no ifs or buts. Just firm conviction, sureness, foresight.
I wrote those words when I was fifteen. I wrote them...
Dick Clark drained his coffee cup in a gulp and glanced at his watch. Nine o’clock. Across the dining room table, his wife, Barbara, smiled. “You have time for another cup. And a piece of toast. Do eat more, Dick. You need it.”
He grinned. “Okay,...