tales of a scoundrel

I met Brenda on a stay–and-ski weekend at Bear Valley (circa 1981), staying and skiing with my buddy Sam and our Girlfriends.  We’d skied hard all day Saturday, and after dinner, I was the only one who wanted to go out.  So we parted ways, they to bed, and I out to make mischief. It all began with dancing at the Avalanche.  Brenda was […]