My mom worked at the cleaners and "suggested" that I do something with Karen (the bosses daughter). I thought - just great I'm going to have to spend the day with Karen. We are not quite 12 years old so we went to the fair. We had an ok time, but we then started to hang out and do things. One of the first things we did (1967- the summer of love when everyone was hitchhiking to San Francisco). Karen showed up at my house with some zig zag rolling papers and some matches. We just needed something to smoke...well.........., lets just say that our first smoking experience was trying to get high on Oregano. What were we thinking?!??!! We went on to have many more adventures cutting Sunday school to go to Thriftys to spend our offering money ( until the day my dad drove by in the Buick and our dog saw us and busted us because he was going crazy in the car), bowling at Avenue Bowl every Saturday, we discovered boys, we ditched school even though Karen went to Buena and I went to Ventura high. She would show up right before my first class started so we would leave and hang out in Jr Chavez orange VW alllllll day until school got out, She later moved to Connecticut and when she returned to Ventura she had invited me to her apartment. I was in the process of getting a divorce and had run into to her at my moms because she would stop by to have a beer with Elsie (my mom) because Karen was working at the cleaners. I went over later that day to her place and she proceeded to get drunk as hell because she was going to tell me she was gay. When she told me, I said oh, I already know that because my mom told me. She then asked me if I hated her and I looked at her and asked her if she hated me because I was straight- she just started laughing. We sat there that night and went through her photo albums and talked about "old times". Karen would often stop by my moms after working at the cleaners to have a beer so I saw her a lot. My mom always called her a little shit. When my dad died, Karen stopped by the house and my mom was sitting in the kitchen. At that time, my mom had Alzheimer's and didn't recognize me most of the time and would called me momma. I'd have to remind her that I was her daughter. When Karen came in the house using the side door, my mom just looked at her and said " There you are you little shit". She knew Karen immediately- Karen was and is unforgettable and was my friend for many years and will be sorely missed