It was another beautiful summer day at the pool when I met another Mike. He was my age, and a military dependent, the son of a military man. Eventually I would give him the nickname: Mike-ee Wai-kee. Mike-ee Wai-kee was rather square, slight of build, about 5'10" with a blond crew cut. He was cute in a Fred Astaire kind of way. In fact, he reminded me of Mr. Astaire. He was built similarly and he was a good dancer too. I could easily picture him in a tuxedo, although he usually dressed in shorts and Hawaiian shirts.
Mike-ee Wai-kee and I hit it off immediately and he introduced me to several of his friends. His friend Vern was tall and thin and would have been a very handsome guy accept for severe acne. Vern was very shy and usually appeared very meek and quiet. Sarah, a beautiful blond girl who was also very bright, was a female acquaintance. Sarah was sophisticated and opinionated. Sarah would never hesitate to say what other people would never say, usually because they were too polite. Sarah loved to question authority. I hit it off first with Mike-ee Wai-kee, then with Sarah. Sarah and I became good friends.
Sarah was very artistic and so we had that in common. Sarah was actually a better artist than I, or at least I thought she was. I admired Sarah's boldness and her audacity. Sarah did things I was always afraid to do and said things I would never have the nerve to say. Sarah was studying to be a wild child.