Johnny Springer

The Hand That Holds My Hand Johnny Springer

Why write this book now? Well, I'll tell you. I've been thinking about writing this book for a very long time. When the thought of this book would become fresh in my mind, I would put it off. I graduated from high school on May 18, 1955. I often wondered about my classmates-where they were and what they were doing. Some of my classmates I had not seen since that day years ago. One particular day, September 27, 2004 to be exact, I was thinking about a female classmate of mine named Jeanne. I had not seen her since the day we graduated from high school. I called Roger Polk, who was also a classmate of mine and now resides in Los Angeles, California, to inquire about Jeanne. While making the call to Roger, I was in the process of cutting my grass. Roger and I talked for a while and he assured me he would try to locate Jeanne. During the conversation, I told Roger, once he located her number, to call me and put her number on my answering machine, because with the lawn mower going, I would not be able to hear the phone. We hung up and I went back outside to cut the grass. When I got to the third post of my backyard, the phone rang so I went back inside, answered the phone, and said "hello." The other end said, "Hello, Johnny Springer." I answered the phone and said "hello" again and asked, "Who's speaking please?" And the voice said Jeanne. Quite naturally, I thought Roger had already spoken to her, and had given her my number and told her to call me. So about three to four minutes into the conversation, I asked her if she talked to Roger, and she used one word that surprised me, and that word was no. I immediately asked her if she meant she had not spoken to Roger. She replied yes, and that she had not spoken to him in a long time. I said, "You have got to be kidding me." She said, "No, Johnny, I am serious." I told her that about forty-five minutes earlier, I had called Los Angeles and asked Roger if he could find your number and ask you to get in touch with me.