Larry is one of my oldest friends. Actually Larry IS my oldest friend.
I've known Larry since third grade elementary school when he outed me to Miss Ezrah, our third grade school teacher.
|Miss Ezrah's 3rd grade class ( I am at end of third row on right in back, face partially blocked - larry is standing in front of Miss Ezrah) - 1950|
|The one and only theatrical production I was ever in - our sixth grade class operetta (we're scarecrows) - I'm in the back on the far left and Larry is in the back on the far right - 1953|
The above images from a few years ago when I took Larry out to lunch for his June birthday. You just can't take the guy anywhere, he has the eye for the ladies that's for sure. (Thank goodness his wife doesn't read my blog.)
This is a picture of a happy man who just eyed some major eye candy on the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk.
Each year for Larry's birthday lunch I also treat him to an old time photo. So what do you think of the two old time cowpokes? Pretty good after all these years huh?
Larry and I have a long history. We're both a lot older now (tell me about it) and experiencing the many facets of watching our bodies fall apart incrementally.
Larry is one of the two persons I talk to frequently on FaceTime (you know who the Other one is).
|Larry the Sage, contemplating the state of the Universe|
Just to show you that my blog postings are unrehearsed and I just sometimes let them flow, I started out this posting with the story of how my date to Larry's 16th birthday party left with another guy (who had a car, I didn't).
Larry on his wedding day with his wife Lois - 1961.
That girl, who is in charge of my 55th class reunion this upcoming Saturday claims she doesn't remember that happening but, of course, I was forever traumatized by her rejection of me as a date by going home with Charlie Crouse, the GUY WITH THE CAR.
Charlie Crouse, the louse who stole my date back at Larry's 16th birthday party in June 1957.
Patty (woman in gold) at our 50th class reunion 2009 - she says she remembers nothing about ditching me - uh . . okay
Well now folks, wouldn't it have been something if I had ditched her and had Charlie take me home? I bet she would have remembered THAT.