That's Becca. I could say "My friend Becca" but, in all honesty, she's mostly "Vickie's friend Becca." I had the hots for her from afar for awhile...Vickie nudged our social circles a little closer...I professed...Becca bolted like a rabbit at a gun show. Everything was all right in the end, though. Here we are at our graduation, a few months later. May 1992. Becca has gone on to graduate from college, live in the rainforest, and bounce around from coast to coast to coast over the last decade. I never have any idea where she lives.