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Previous | Home | NextSummer of '65: Stephen K. Peeples surrounded by a group of college-bound girls from Omaha, Neb. on a solo train trip from Milwaukee home to Miami, after I'd visited Grandma Ruth Zelda Sullivan in Neenah and then my father's brother, Richard Dole Peeples and his wife Dolly June Joachim Peeples in Appleton. Linda Hopkins, 17, sitting next to me, was my first sexual encounter, in the middle of the night, a couple of nights. Hey, it was a long train trip. By day we'd sit in the club car, smoking cigarettes (a new, very bad habit), playing cards, and goofing with her girlfriends. They'd tease me about my stack of James Bond novels. I was reading "Goldfinger" on that trip. I'd tease them about their hair and being from Omaha. They were a lot of fun. The girl to Linda's right was her sister, whose name I forget. I never saw or heard from any of them after this trip. (Photo: The Porter Who Was Supposed to Keep an Eye on Me But Winked When He Saw I Was Gettin' Some)
