In circa 1969, on a slumming expedition to the territory of Harvard University, a Boston College Offensive Lineman and his teammates were drinking beer at a Cambridge, Massachusetts bar when an attractive Radcliffe Junior entered the bar with her friends. That they had been marching for equal rights and opportunities and greater personal freedom for women would have been apparent to this handsome, muscular Offensive Lineman if these women had had their signs with them.

But these Radcliffe co-eds had left their signs in the truck of an organizer's car, and they arrived at the bar in sweaters and skirts.

About nine months later, Peggy Abigail Adams was born. She was given her Mother's last name, and for the first two years of her life, while her Mother was finishing college and working as a journalist for a national women's rights publication, Peggy and her Mother lived at her Grandmother's isolated estate not far from Boston.

Meanwhile, her Father was drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers.

It would seem, at this point, that Peggy's Father would have fallen in love with and married a Steelers cheerleader, and that her Mother would have moved into a small apartment with a Harvard-educated journalist. Or something like that would have occurred.

But love is not always explicable, and that is not what happened.


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