The year was 1982. We danced to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” album and watched “E.T.” on the silver screen. John Belushi died and Prince William was born. We exercised to Jane Fonda video tapes and never missed watching “Dynasty” on TV. Gas cost 91 cents a gallon and a stamp two dimes. We were spooked by the Tylenol scare and held our breath as the recession began.
When we planned the prom, she kept everyone on task and focused. She thought of details that the rest of us hadn’t given any thought to – like the order of the people in the receiving line. That’s how she was; she left nothing to chance. Every decision was backed up with sound reasoning and she always had a Plan B. Her obsessing drove me a little crazy at times, but she made everything she was a part of better .