Perhaps “in love” is too strong a phrase for the way I felt about him. After all, I wasn’t quite eight years old when it began. And when I was ten years old, it ended, and I was heartbroken. It might not even be an exaggeration to say that I was absolutely devastated.
Was this a boy I went to school with?
I never met him, but whenever he appeared on screen, I would be absolutely cemented to the tv set, totally enraptured.
So, was he a famous actor, or one of the popular singers of that time?
No, but with his, and I quote, boyish good looks, and his Boston accent, he could have been a movie star.
I wished I could meet him in person…. I daydreamed about what that
would be like.
And then on a day I will never forget, the dream was abruptly, irreparably shattered.
Friday, November 22nd, 1963.