Remembering Miss K

I lost my virginity to Miss K. Being a new guy, the older guys couldn't wait to set me up with her. There were about ten of us as I recall. You'd think they would insist on me being the first in line, a rookie and all that. But no - I got to be last. I remember like it was yesterday. After that I enjoyed a 2-year friendship with her, as did almost everybody else I hung around with.

One buddy who did not partake of her favors was Melvin "Pete" Lahti (from Marengo, Wisconsin, now deceased). I gathered him up one fine afternoon on the back of my Moto Guzzi with the buddy seat -I wonder what ever happened to that bike -and putted down to Kathy's place, and rode around the walls to see if her son was home. Seeing nothing ominous, we pulled up in front of the gate, stopped, and, yikes, here he comes - with a pistol no less. Naturally we hauled ass with the bullets flying over our heads and Pete is cussing me really good. We scoot down to the Oasis Club, dismount, and Pete starts beating on me, still cussing, and I am cracking up. Man, that was a riot. He never forgave me for that, either.

I remember sitting around down at the Oasis or anywhere for that matter. Somebody would say "Miss K" and everybody would yell "first", or "second" or whatever low number you could grab. Then jump into a car or cars and head out.