One reason why City Girls mature more quickly

Well, it happened back in 1966.  Evelyn and I were 14, best friends at JHS 141 in Riverdale — just  a subway ride away from the city. We were both well-established in a lucrative trade.  Babysitting.  I suppose I was a bit busier, at the time,  thanks to five children who kept me hopping on Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday nights.  It was fun earning money the nicest way we could imagine, and almost as much fun spending it. One late Sunday afternoon, after touring Lord & Taylor,  we walked over to Franklin Simon,  just for a quick visit before we needed to head north for dinner.     We...