admiration
...cochet off the ground sent the teeter-totter up into Angie’s face. I heard it smack her jaw. As tears welled up in her eyes Mrs. Moe approached from the bushes. I begged her not to tell what had happened. I felt awful and ready to cry myself. When Mrs. Moe asked what was wrong, she replied with a simple, “Nothing.” Pheew! From that day on she was the bravest, nicest, un-tattletaling friend I had. And I loved her for it. But that’s not all Angie’s got in her. Angie is the type of person who does not get easily worked up. She keeps her cool in hot situations. She’s the brains of the bunch. In order to control such a riot of friends, one definitely needs to be courageous. That’s Angie. During a conflicting schedule with tennis and the PGA we all had to make a choice. Miss the tennis match or miss the PGA. No one could chose. The only possible solution was to drive in the Cities. Minneapolis/St. Paul- a new drivers worst nightmare. We had all seen the movies: swerving truck drivers; smashing into guardrails; falling off cliffs; getting lost on the on/off ramps; getting mugged. Angie volunteered to drive. After we had finished our final tennis match for the day, we girls loaded up Angie’s van and departed for the Cities. We made it to Interstate 10 with no problem. Becky and I slept, Angie drove, and Katie read the map. It was going to be so easy. Then we entered the Cities. The tension in the van rose. We cut power to the radio in order to hear each other think. “Is that our exit.… look out…. you have to be in that lane.…did we miss it.…ahhh.” The pressure continued to rise. Angie sat in the driver’s seat and instructed us all to, “Just breathe!” Not knowing where we were going, we turned off the nearest exit and tried to read the map. Lost and more confused than ever, we parked the van and called her parents. As it ended up, we were only about a mile from our destination, but who would have known? It took mor...