virginia luck is green lovers, or losers? 011009 ... ancasa.reyn in the summer of 1973 my family and several other families took a trip to pipestem west virginia to camp at the resort there most of my days were spent swimming at the olympic-sized pool which at 16 i kind of thought was a big deal deep purple's smoke on the water blared regularly from the loudspeakers i can't recall a single other song during those five or six days i met debbie at the pool she wore one of those bikini swimming suits that had a flap of fabric that was connected to the bra of the suit and hung down to the bottoms mostly concealing the mid-riff the front anyway i never understood the concept was it about modesty? just fashion? anyway she and i began to talk her hair long and straight her skin bronzed by the sun her eyes a deep dark brown at least that's what i recall on the night before i was to leave with bluegrass music playing on the other side of a hill we kissed amongst the pines that rose up from the campgrounds one short sweet kiss only the second time my lips had met a girl's from pearisburg virginia she came more than four hundred miles from my home letters pictures poetry some of which survives to this day was exchanged phone booth phone calls lasted as long as my supply of quarters would carry me eventually reality set in and that over four hundred mile long thread snapped what i thought might happen didn't a few years later in the summer of 1978 i planned a trip to west virginia i wrote her a letter can you come see me since i'll be so close it would just be nice it was going to happen then didn't 250725 what's it to you? who go blather from