blown away, part two...



this was where the hornes lived. mrs. horne was one of my mom's best friends. when i ran for student council president (don't laugh!) i filmed a campaign ad from the roofdeck of their house. at the end of the ad, the camera panned down to the beach where "emily for president" had been written in giant letters in the sand.

here was the keenes' house. their daughter was a friend of mine. when i was 15, while standing near my car in their driveway, i kissed a boy who came from biloxi to hang out with me. it was a silly girly high school moment, one that i remember well and happily.

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