I called my friend on Saturday evening. “Hey, are you going to go to the sock hop that was announced last week at church?”
“Not me,” he replied. “Sock hops are dumb. Besides, I plan to go to choir practice tomorrow, and I want my voice to be good and strong.”
“It will take more than a little beauty sleep, Prince Charming,” I teased him.
The choir desperately needed men, and the church leaders had announced a new choir leader that was very pretty. I knew a lot of young men would join the...