Bobby soxers were a bit before me, by a couple years. I owned both a Studebaker and a Hudson. The studebaker never ran, as it was a project car for a 13 year old who had no concept how to make it go, yet was determined until some friends wanted to go bike riding hahahaah. I never did get around to fixing that old car, but my Hudson sedan did run, I was all of 14, and I drove it through the woods, and fields, clipped a couple trees, and it bounced nicely, but I didn't much , ouch hahahahha. Sigh, a friend I let drive about 15 of us around, he forgot the emergency brake,and after a little while, it set the field on fire, from the over heated brake, it even melted the keys off the dash, oh boy I got in trouble for that.
I remember the Drapes, who were loners, much like the Fonze of Happy Days. Those manly young men who took on all comers in fights, and defended ladies rights, or some silly thing like that. They were nearly gone when I was about 12.
They came from the War era, perhaps rebels of that war, who never acclimated back into society, I really dont know much about them.
There were Pirates around Aruba in those days, as I liked to read about pirates, I read a lot. They are still there, and selling young girls of all races, and contraband to the Arabs and Chinese, and the far east. To Sail there in a private yacht, demands being armed with heavy weapons, preferably machine guns, but most assuredly at least rifles of heavy Caliber.
I dont have any info on that young lady yet, likely the news will carry more than I can get, as all sell info now. Hopefully she is alive, and they find her, ok,perhaps in back woods Vietnam or Cambodia, as if the Saudi's or other Arabs get her, they would kill her before letting her go, and hide the body to prevent diplomatic discourse.
That my love is a truth most dont want to know, sorry.
She is Christian, perhaps she is in the Sudan,they like Christian slaves there, all Christians in the Sudan are enslaved.
I added this, as part of what was around when I was young too. Americans generally, when I was young, would hang in the woods a Child molester or rapist, at least around where I grew up. An abusive man toward his wife was run out of the area, she could go if she wished with him. A child abuser got away with it only so long, and suddenly showed up in public with numerous broken bones and badges of authority called bruises, and became nice folks.
No I miss the old days, when folks took a hand in their neighborhoods, so leaving the keys in the car was possible, or the door unlocked at night, and a bad person was hunted by everyone. I grew up in Maryland , can you believe it? Yup in the Boondocks hahaahahaha. Sigh they cut all the forests down, and put in malls and condos where I grew up.