Hi Joe! Do you remember how often we would meet up at the Levi Jackson? You lived behind the park and my Uncle was the Superintendent so we met there all summer long! And we would act so stinking weird...just like 12/13 year old kids do on TV! I'd be shy....punch your shoulder.....You'd say something you thought was clever! Then school would start back and we would act like we didn't know each other. Then another summer would roll around and we would do it all again.
What happened, Joe?
I just can't believe you are gone.
Your going to be missed. And you are an indelible part of me childhood memories.
Fly with the angels and I will see you someday at the big swings. You're pushing.
Ronnie