The last time I saw Connie was at a Christmas Dance in college, I think it was 1972. She was still as beautiful and personable as always, and that sarcastic sense of humor was working well. Only problem was that only she and I understood her jokes. Everyone at the dance, and especially my girl friend at the time, thought we were crazy when she would crack her one liners and we would laugh. I think that night started the decline of an otherwise beautiful relationship that probably saved me years of agony. Thank you Connie.
William Pruett
The last time I saw Connie was at a Christmas Dance in college, I think it was 1972. She was still as beautiful and personable as always, and that sarcastic sense of humor was working well. Only problem was that only she and I understood her jokes. Everyone at the dance, and especially my girl friend at the time, thought we were crazy when she would crack her one liners and we would laugh. I think that night started the decline of an otherwise beautiful relationship that probably saved me years of agony. Thank you Connie.