Another Sign of Early Senility

Wrote this piece a couple weeks ago, after an old old old friend from way back when found his name here via Google. Click on “MORE” if you’re interested in reading some silly memories.

If not, I’ll give you the denouement right up front — Kevin did get back to me, and he’s better than ever.

Weekend Recollections

I met my first-ever best friend in 1972. A wee lad of three, I was learning to navigate the perils of the playground at Pegnita’s pre-school in Kirkwood, Missouri. First lesson learned: Don’t be a rat.

Kevin Kahlmeyer had a big advantage over me. I was an only child, used to getting my way simply by, well, being the only child. Kevin was the fifth of six children