Celeste and I somehow carpooled in ninth grade. Her mom, Bennie, and my mom were friends. Celeste and I would ride in the back seat of their car quietly making fun of her mom's erratic driving - gas pedal on then off then on then off, bobble-heading us along Sharon Amity Rd. We reconnected ten years after graduation in Asheville. My then-wife and I were friends and neighbors of Celeste and Stan Skeen. They were fun and sweet and we enjoyed being around them.
James Mitchell (Jim) Cocke
Celeste and I somehow carpooled in ninth grade. Her mom, Bennie, and my mom were friends. Celeste and I would ride in the back seat of their car quietly making fun of her mom's erratic driving - gas pedal on then off then on then off, bobble-heading us along Sharon Amity Rd. We reconnected ten years after graduation in Asheville. My then-wife and I were friends and neighbors of Celeste and Stan Skeen. They were fun and sweet and we enjoyed being around them.