Mr. Malone,
You don’t know me, probably wouldn’t have reason to or miss not. Just an anonymous reader, someone who will never really rise to your level or notoriety and fame (yes you have that, we are reading and writing to you after all). I would like to think you do enjoy having your work really touch people and make a difference. I am sure that it does, at least for me. I read your story with my best friend in mind. We have traveled different roads together if that makes any sense. We talk maybe every month or so. He took care of my parents after I left home to join the military. Buried both my folks, I came home to carry his Dad’s casket after Basic Training. We were closer than most brothers, and still are. We don’t get to see each other as often as we would like, caught in this whirlwind of life just trying to stay one step ahead. Your article took me back though. We all shared the memories you related in some way or fashion in the 60′s and 70′s. Whenever I get home to Bethlehem PA, I go to the “swamp” where we spent many a day fishing and having fun. I go to the park where we played ball, hockey in the winter. I visit the places and relive those days. It keep me grounded, safe, alive. Like I belong to something even if it is the past. I don’t really keep in touch with a single family member anymore, don’t know them, that;s unfortunate I guess. But I have my memories or me and my best friend. Those days weren’t all great as someone stated but the memories are. Thanks. Oh and I love you John, like no other eight year old could love a friend! See you soon.
