Monday, February 12, 2024
My earliest memories of Larry date back to 1963 in San Francisco. He had come to visit my family and it was sometime near the holidays. We lived on Broderick Street. The memory is vague, but I remember I had a loose tooth, and he and my stepdad were joking about how to pull the tooth. They ended up, putting a string around my tooth and slamming the door.
There were many more visits. One year he came out with his wife at the time I was only 12 or 13 so I don’t remember who it was but we drove out to the Point Reyes seashore, I was proudly, carrying the patchwork leather purse that he and his wife had given me I felt so grown up.
Many years later, Larry a daughter, the same age as mine Anna and Cassy became fast friends and Larry would come for a visit with Anna and sometimes she would spend weekends with us. I
I will miss Larry. He has been around most of my life. Here is to life well lived with many good friends and many good memories.
