Dale's Latest Interactions
Posted on: Jun 30, 2018 at 4:33 AM
Mike was my best friend when my family first moved one block down from the Moores in 1956. At that time he was a humble singing sensation after his appearance on the Arthur Godfrey show. His mom, dad and little sister, Laurie were just a delight to know. Ray smoked a pipe and seemed to me to be a wise iteration of Will Rodgers, puffing thougtfully before putting his thoughts into words. Mike loved nature as much as I did, and we knew the woods behind Karen Pope's house like the back of our hands. There was a a hobo camp back by the Pennsylvania railroad tracks next to Elida Road and we would bravely spy on it, scared to death we would be caught. That woods became Westgate and mercifully a few of those ancient virgin trees remain. I look them up whenever I get back to Lima. When we were 11-12 yo, my dad dropped us off in the Hocking Forest in SE Ohio for a few days of camping. It was Mike, me, Terry Hill and David Fledderjohann. It's almost unfathonable today that any parent would drop their kids off in the woods 200 miles from home and say "see you in a few days". We were completely comfortable though and had a great adventure. Mike would shine a flashlight under his chin when we gathered around the campfire at night and spin scary stories from his alter ego, "Dr Sardonicus".
Mike was God's gift to all of us who knew him and he is in my thoughts and prayers.
Dave was a true friend and a generous gentle spirit. My sympathies to his grieving family, and, thanks, Dave for being part of my life.
Posted on: Jun 30, 2016 at 4:33 AM
Posted on: Jul 23, 2015 at 12:20 PM
Dear Arta Sue, This is what you wrote in my yearbook: "Always keep your cheerful attitude (if that's what it's called) and may the very best be yours. Never forget our little French venture (or do you want to forget it?) Maybe you'll be lucky enough to have me in your French class next year. No, seriously. Always stay so nice."
Soo...what did you mean by "have me in your French class?"
Just kidding...again. I think there is some context here that we have both forgotten?
Haha! In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.