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Billy and Estelle: True Romance

Without Nov. 9, 1957, there would be no me. Some of y'all would be happy about that.

Billy and Estelle in a photo booth in the late 1950s

Today would have been my parents' 67th wedding anniversary.

My dad started crushing on my mom in first grade at Rison. Mom was oblivious. For years.

In high school, Mom was not good at algebra. Dad was a mathematical genius. Mom sat in front of him in class. She would slip her work to him, and he did it for her.

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