As a kid on the farm, I kept
my ears open, especially
around the hired men’s
sitting room. I heard about
Glenn and Bill, both courting
the same girl. “Who took her
to the dance?” asked one hired
man. “Glenn took her,” replied
the other. “But Bill hid in the
rumble seat of Glenn’s coupe.
After the dance Glenn drove
away with his date and parked
in a remote lane. Bill about died
of cold and could hear activities
going on in the front seat, but
there was nothing he could do.”
“So, who finally got the girl?”
“Neither one, she ended up
marrying a different guy.” That’s
all I heard of the story, but maybe
there was nothing left to tell.
2025 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in October 9-15, 2025.
