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To: JF Quinnelly who wrote (23886)	5/2/1999 4:55:00 PM
From: Rambi	Respond to of 71178

Senior Prom. Rented limo, corsages, tux, all night parties. The girls spend the entire day preparing- facials, pedicures, manicures, hair, professional make-up. The boys pick up the corsages and wander from house to house wasting time together until the evening. The parents feel old and check the film in the camera. EVen the Westbrooks thought ahead. They had two cameras. And the camcorder. The parents follow the kids to the assigned home to take pictures of the group and watch the limo drive away with their precious children. My camera said 6- I figured 18 shots at least remained. Dan had one with a low number showing. I grabbed two of those throwaway cameras as we were leaving just in case something went wrong. I am a wild picture taker- I like candids, and I took everything. Dan was more conservative. Unfortunately the camcorder wasn't charged, so we got no movies. But with two cameras we figured we had it covered. They were all so beautiful, I couldn't stop. Wonderful shots of CW and his date, who was exquisite. Of the girls glowing and poised. Of the guys looking handsome and slightly self-conscious. Of the dads standing around looking suspiciously at the boys. Of the moms weeping. Ha, not me though! I was too busy shooting artistic and creative pictures of everyone. We got home from church and CW said, let's get the pictures developed. Stacy's coming over with theirs later. I hand Dan the cameras. He says, "Mine still says 4." It had never moved. He had no pictures at all. Thank God I-I-I was so efficient. He looks at mine- I have 28 pictures showing. But it won't rewind. He looks closer- "penni. THere's no film in your camera." BUt the numbers moved! How can this be? ALl those beautiful pictures. And no film. We have nothing except our memories, and at my age, these may not last that long. I hope Stacy's parents did better. They seem more normal and reliable than we. ANd I think her father's an engineer--surely he puts film in his camera.