Larry Wakefield’s birthday came a couple of days before we got home but we celebrated anyway the other night and had a fine time. Larry and Maryann were due any minute when we discovered the water blasting out of the heater in the basement. I’ve already told you THAT story.
Larry and I met in 8th grade at Jarrett Junior High School and became fast friends. We took a correspondence course in taxidermy. Later on we would double date with Maryann and Sandy. In high school Larry lettered in football; I lettered in baseball. When Larry’s and Maryann’s first son was born, they named me Allen’s godfather. The four of us have gone on vacation together every year for decades. We’ve been business partners.
So here’s to my pal Larry, and to many more good times to come.