Larry is my longtime friend. Larry and I have known each other since we were both in third grade. We first met when Larry outed me to our third grade teacher. I was giving a book report. Larry "helpfully" told our teacher that I stole the idea from my story from a Scrooge McDuck comic book. He volunteered this information in class in front of me, the rest of our classmates and Miss Ezrah, our third grade teacher.
|Me, Miss Ezrah (our third grade teacher) and Larry in 2005|
After school Larry thought I was going to beat him up (I was much taller than him) because he ratted me out. As we were walking across the blacktop that was the "playground" of our Fifties school, I approached Larry. Larry was waiting for the First Punch. Instead I said "You have comic books? You want to trade?" That sounds like me, non-violent and looking for an opportunity.
|The only cats I have now - my friend's cats - this one is Stormy - a cat that showed up on my friend Bob's doorstep one stormy night|
I had forgotten this exchange. Larry had forgotten it also until he started to write his autobiography. We're both writing our autobiographies through another blog. No doubt more memories will be unearthed.
|Larry (standing in front of Miss Ezrah) and me far right third row with mop of hair) in third grade 1950|
Me with my head partially hidden
Larry and I talk almost every morning by FaceTime. Larry is my Friend. Larry is not one of these so-called "friends" who only befriend me for what they can get out of me. Larry is a real friend. Real friends are rare. I am very fortunate to have a few real friends in my life. Larry likes me just as I am.
Larry likes me just as I am. Larry and I are at the opposite end of the political spectrum. Larry is straight and I am gay.
There is a lot we don't have in common but one very important thing we do have in common is our love of animals. We both love animals, especially cats.
|My Mom feeding her feral cats Molly, Rusty and Smoky|
Larry and his wife Lois and his daughters Noell and Laurel and son Darryl have a couple dozen (give or take a few) cats living in their house. All their cats are rescue cats.
Yesterday I was talking to Larry on FaceTime. Larry swung his computer monitor around to show me a few of his "buddies" who were keeping him company while he was talking to me on FaceTime.
Here they are:
|Kerouac - found as a scrawny kitten hiding under a car in the parking lot where Larry's son Darryl worked - named after the famous Fifties beat poet Jack Kerouac|
|Diesel - found in her car's engine by Larry's wife Lois as she was leaving her job at the Delaware Humane Association Shelter|
|"Mark" - was found as a kitten near the highway by St. Mark's School by Larry's daughter Noelle thus the name "Mark"|
These are cold, heartless people and if they treat animals in an indifferent or cruel manner they are less than human to me. I know that sounds like a harsh statement from me, but it is true.
Whenever I talk to Larry on FaceTime and I see his collection of rescue kitties, I feel good.
Thank you Larry, Lois, Laurel, Noelle and Darryl for what you do to make life on this planet a little more bearable for some of our critter friends.