My first love was named Albie. I met him the day that he and his friend Scott dared each other to wear only bikini underwear and make phone calls from the phone booth in front of the local movie theater.
He had bleached white hair, surfed and skimboarded (I grew up in Santa Cruz) and sang in a punk band.
He was outrageous and creative and I adored him.
He took me to the prom in an ice cream truck. He actually hired the ice cream man to chauffeur us around for the night. I’ll never forget the feeling of being piled on laps amidst the popsicles and ice cream sandwiches…