Englehart’s View by Bob Englehart
When I was 11 years old, I had a crush on Annette, as did most of the boys in my 6th grade class. One day, I had a brilliant idea. My hormones were just starting to percolate and so was my blossoming adult imagination. My mother would let me babysit for my younger brother occasionally, but she didn’t pay very well. I came up with a scheme to make more money. I told my friend Terry about it and he was enthusiastic.
I would draw Annette’s picture and sell them to the boys at school. I think I charged 25 cents, or 50 cents, I don’t remember. All I know is that a lot of my classmates were spending their lunch money on art.RIP Annette Funicello,