My life-long friend Sam Carsley died 11 years ago this date
(April Fool’s). Sam was a Tech graduate
and a timid genius. We met as toddlers
when we lived in the Clay Homes. His
very guarded mother and grandmother Mrs. Baldwin guarded over him like parental
hawks. I’m sure when we met he was being
pushed in a stroller and I was crawling on the grounded looking for a discarded
smoking cigarette butt.
Sam was the best man in our wedding.
We sold him our house and he got married to Lita and she
still lives there. We drove by the house
this past weekend and I don’t think Lita has changed a thing except the
flowers. The same Buick that Sam owned
sat in the carport. Sam would have
wanted it that way.
He hated change.
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