Paul Roper
called me and told me Larry Garrett had died a couple of days ago. Larry and I carpooled when we both worked on
Chattahoochee Avenue in Atlanta. I hated
to hear he had died.
In high
school I was friends with Larry his late brother Roger. I think they went their separate ways.
About a week out of the Navy either Larry
White or Monty Calhoun and I went to a bar on either Juniper Street or Piedmont Avenue in Atlanta and by chance Larry Garrett
walked in for a drink. It was a nice
come-as-you-are reunion. That was the
last time I saw him.
Larry could
read my mind like a book. Another person
in our carpool was "Red". Red
irritated me at times. and Larry could sense when and always caught my eye and
smirked. One time while driving home
Red had said something that irritated me and about a moment later on the radio was "THUNDER
ROAD" sung by James Mitchum. The
music put me in a different frame of mind, like I was riding the music like a
wild bronco. After the song was finished
I glanced at Larry and he was wide-eyed with a big smile on his face.
Larry had a
quiet nature about him, yet made some very deep observances about people.
Over the
years I thought of him from time to time and wondered what even happened to
him. I think I heard he was living in
Florida. He was, Panama City.
From what I
heard years earlier he was living life on the edge taking chances and things.
I felt happy for Larry. Paul told me he died in his sleep, taking
a nap on his couch and he has a son in college.
He had a heart attack. Not happy
he had died but happy he had settled down and had a family.
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