Friday, November 22, 2024
I remember his laugh and sense of humor, the anchor tattoo on his hand,the goofy corvair van, and his green VW, always working on motor cylces Indians mostly, him and Ann getting married. He came to visit me when I lived in Houston once. Popped one day while Ken and I lived in Lansing. We ate burger king and went to a gun show. I would say about 1972 he was going to New Orleans. Our mothers were in a frenzy about this! On our usual Sunday visit I heard the same refrain over and over coning from the kitchen, "He will get down there and someone could pitch some drugs at his feet and he would be arrested!"
