Long weekends and Good Friday always bring up a memory. When a Good Friday memory floats to the top, it ain't flotsam and jetsam, it's a good 'un. So, I'm sharing, just how it should be. Right?
Good Friday 1962 was the beginning of Easter weekend and a long weekend for B shift of Chemstrand. I had been invited to take a weekend ride up to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with three girlfriends. All of us were B shift, area 3, tire yarn, doff crew. We were single, employed, and free to do as we pleased. We did, but hit bumps along while finding our way.
Sharee owned a new Plymouth convertible. That thi...