Starting in the 3rd grade, Peggy and I grew up together in the same neighborhood – Hampden Heights. I know Peggy had a childhood crush on me, and I liked her too. Looking back, today I’m embarrassed to admit that in many ways, particularly sexually, Peggy was infinitely more developed than I had the ability with which to deal. After school she would want me to come play with her, but I was afraid to be alone with her – can you imagine? To give you an idea how advanced Peggy was, on August 26, 1964, the Beatles played Red Rocks. Peggy and I were 9 years old, and Peggy wanted me to go to the concert with her. Back then the average price to see a concert was $2.00. Tickets to the Beatles were $6.60. But it wasn’t the money, I loved the Beatles, but I was scared to go because I had never been to a concert and Red Rocks seemed so far away – I simply punked out – bummer. Peggy continued to harp on her dad until he agreed to take her. I’m so sad I wasn’t there to be with her. After high school, I didn’t see much of Peggy. The last time I saw her was at a high school reunion, and we stayed up all night and into the early morning hours talking with one another. I always felt close to Peggy throughout life, and the reason we never got together early on was probably due to my immaturity. Advanced way beyond her years, I believe the whole world was playing catch-up to Peggy. I truly wish I could hit replay and spend more time with Peggy. Still today I’m overwhelmed by her spirit, and I deeply miss her presence. There was so much life in Peggy, and she had so much to give. It breaks my heart.