Mystery Girl

One thing I have found out in the last few years is that if you can't find somone you are looking for on the internet then you can try the opposite approach. Make it so who you are looking for can find you. Write something on a web page and hope someday the search engines find it and then the person you are looking for gets curious one day :)

I have to be careful with this one because it involves a very prestegious and influencial person in the Philadelphia area. I was not aware of that fact until 25 years after the original events though. This is autobiographical and not meant to offend but if it does just write to the email address below and I'll do something about it :)

The year was 1977. The CB Radio craze was in full swing. I spent countless hours sitting in my room talking talking to people and making new friends and trying to make new girlfriends. Actually the CB story should have a page all it's own so let me skip to the point where I meet this girl named Laura on the radio who says she is from Gladwynne. Had to be in the summer and I was going on 16. Or maybe it was September and I was 16. Anyway after talking for a couple weeks we decide to hook up at the Jack in the box that was in Narberth. So I ride my bike over the green lane bridge and up rock hill road and figure out how to get up to the jack in the box on Montgomery Avenue. It's funny because I remember meeting several people there but never remember having anything more than a soda. She asked me if I wanted to take a walk to the park down the street. So we did and found a slightly secluded spot and sat down and started ... Um, .. Talking. Yeah, talking. If I ever do write an autobiography I may write about what happened but here on a web page it's not needed as part of the story. Besides it wasn't anything a couple teen aged kids couldn't do in a playground full of kids anyway...

Laura was very secretive about where she lived and her family. Most of the girls I talked to from the CB that went to Harriton High School were like that. Except for the ones that lived in Belmont Hills but you know that's West Manayunk anyway :) I'll get back to Belmont Hills in another web page soon. Where was I, Oh yeah Laura was very secretive about exactly where she lived but it was somewhere in Gladwynne. She was into Led Zeppelin just like I was. And all the other heavy metal bands at the time. She told me her Father was President of some radio station that only played elevator music. And she said she got herself grounded often. So she didn't have much time to spend and said she had to go.

A month goes by and we talk a few times but I had no luck hooking up with her again. But I had gotten my first car. A big huge ugly 1971 Plymouth Satallite that had been used as a cab. I set up my Mobile CB in the car and had started meeting some of the friends I had made on the radio. Now I don't know if you would consider this stalking but one day after school I drove over to river road on the Lower Merion side and stopped at that park. I was hoping that Laura would get on and I was thinking of driving around seeing if I could get an idea where she lived. You know, by watching the signal strength. As I was sitting there I saw a school bus drive by and it said Harriton on it so I got a crazy idea to follow it. There were only 2 or 3 people I could see on the bus. It went down river road and under the expressway and started heading up the hill. About half way up the yellow lights come on and my heart was racing and I was thinking this was crazy what if it was her what would I say and how would I explain and against all odds she walked off of the bus. So I pull into the driveway and she was standing there shaking her head. Now two things caught my attention. First was the house. Mansion I should say, up at the top of the driveway was this huge house. As a kid from Manayunk I was always wondering what these rich girls were thinking. And I'm 5 feet away from a mailbox with the address and I see the name. Lee. I thought it was funny at the time because 2 other girls I knew were Laura Lee something. But now I knew a real Laura Lee. Again I won't go into too much detail but she said it wasn't a good idea for me to be around there and she was grounded anyway. I didn't have to explain anything and she didn't ask. So I left and that was the last time I ever saw or talked to Laura Lee.

Fast forward to 2002. I'm dumpster diving because an office got cleaned out in the building where I work. Boxes and boxes of 10 year old software all worthless. An acryllic fish tank with light. And a radio that sayz EZ101 FM on it but no tuner. That brought back a memory of the same radio when it was in every doctor's and dentist's office I ever went to in the 80's The ones that were preset to WDVR FM. That awful boring elevator music. I took it home wondering whatever happened to EZ101 and after plugging it in found out it was B101. Something was tickling the back of my mind about this. Something triggered the memory of Laura and her Dad's elevator music :) So next morning it's off to google I go and do a search on Lee WDVR. Anybody near me must have seen that little lightbulb pop over my head. So Thats who you are I'm thinking. Also in the search results was a DJ on B101 with the same last name. And an email address listed. So I casually write asking if he has a sister or cousin named Laura and he writes back Nope, that's the owners daughter and they are not related.

Mystery Solved.

One of the bad things about writing this stuff on the internet is that what some people want to remember other people might want to forget. Even if the event itself wasn't bad other things going on at the time could make remembering anything from the same period a little painful. So Laura Lee if you are ever googling for Laura Lee or hear from a friend that there is a web page out there that mentions Laura Lee several times and you are not in the mood to remember any of this just send me an email saying Hi and tell me to get rid of it :) Actually that is the real goal here besides the story. Send me an email saying Hi :)

Please email atebitz@yahoo.com me and tell me who you are and why you came here or if you are just curious.

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