I became friends with Lynn (if you had called him Morris you would have had a fight on your hands) 54 years ago we were 13 years old. We had a lot of fun growing up in Clyde. I could write a book on the things we got into. His Mom would go through his car after we had been out on the weekend, she was looking for pop tops. She only ever found one. Life was good and life was fun back then. Lynn was the one who talked me into joining the Army. I'm so sorry we didn't stay in touch better. R. I. P. Old buddy. I expect you to be at the gate waiting for me when I get up there. Love you buddy.