Greg

Laura's first boyfriend was named Greg. He was tall and thin with curly, blondish hair - a nice guy, well-liked by all our family. He was very kind about including little sisters in their plans - probably to Laura's great chagrin! My clearest memory of Greg was the time he took Laura and I to the garbage dump! Why? So he could teach us to shoot Americans when they decided to invade Canada! We practiced on rats - there was an abundant supply...The only time I have ever even touched a gun! ...To his great heartbreak, Laura broke up with Greg after we moved north and she was on her own in Montreal. He was intending to go into the RCMP, which he indeed did, I believe, and very successfully. At that point he told her he would arrest even Laura if he ever caught her with drugs - a parting salvo, probably well-meant....I next had contact with him just several years ago when an email arrived in my inbox from Greg. He had obtained my address from a high school web site I occasionally visited. He, of course, wanted Laura's contact information, saying what fond memories he had of her...I gave him her telephone number after warning him off from trying to reconnect in any meaningful way. Old romances hold such power...He phoned and I believe they still chat once in awhile but he has been true to his word and has not seen her. I wonder if he would still be true to his word as to her arrest, if drugs were her lifestyle? Guess I will never know!