The Sandy Lane Photos

Well, I first met Sandy Lane in high school, unfortunately not mine. She was dating my good friend Ronnie, while his best friend Paul, dated her equally gorgeous best friend Lisa. I got lucky as this was my introduction to suburbia. And what a ticket it was -- fast cars, fine women, poolside parties and nights spent hanging around the Burger King. I was a decent haircut away from being cool, but that wasn't to come until much later. Sandy took a liking to me right from the beginning, I could tell from her constant smile. And this grew into a solid love we shared for more than 20 years, right up until the day she died. I found her captivating, flirtatious and irresistible -- highly attractive. Not only was Sandy Lane nice to look at, but she was warm and friendly with an inviting personality, so much different than the sarcastic and cynical crowd I emerged from. This was a different world all right, and I couldn't get enough of it or her, all the time though as second fiddle, in deference to my good friend Ronnie who knew Sandy on much better terms. Envious I was. Sandy Lane was easy to talk to, because for starters, she was just as witty as me. She could take a sentence anywhere she wanted to go, as I hung on every word and gladly went along on any ride. Talking with her was fun. Dancing with her was fun. As a matter of fact, everything with her was fun, her cheerful demeanor lacked any pessimism or ill will. She was the lucky one as she was naturally beautiful, inside and out.