Something to Hold On To

I was a young single living the free-spirited life of the '70s in the beautiful ski town of Aspen, Colorado. After leaving a friend's apartment, I was walking down the street, about to head into my favorite local pub. I thought of something very amusing that had just happened earlier at my friend's place. I was smiling largely!

A man and his friend had just stepped out of the establishment that I was about to enter. One man said to me, "My, that is a very pretty smile on such a pretty girl this evening." In Aspen, there are Read more