Twenty years ago yesterday, Sal and I officially started "going out". (What do the kids call it these days? I am eighty-nine years old, apparently.) School had gotten out a few days before, I was headed off to Casper to spend the summer as a nanny for my aunt and uncle, and Sal had only just passed his driver's test and wouldn't be allowed to drive such a long trip on his own. I gave him stationery, envelopes, and cool pens and pencils so he could write me. He gave me "The Little Mermaid" soundtrack so I wouldn't forget our date just two weeks before.
I think a rewatch may be in order....