Some prom memories are best forgotten

My sophomore year at Chamberlain High School, I had no prom date. Hard to believe, I know, but I wasn’t always this hip cat, often mistaken for Charlie Sheen down on Main Street. Many schools these days limit the prom to seniors and juniors. Chamberlain must not have done that, because my freshman year I took Mary Jane Chaussee. The relationship didn’t bloom, but her big brother married my big sister, so there is still, you know, a relationship.

By: Terry Woster, Republic columnist