My Friend Al

Some of my most enjoyable times were spent with Al, whether just sitting on his patio talking or working together on some of his never ending list of projects and a few of my own. I didn't even mind if he raised his voice when I didn't do exactly what he wanted, my dad used to do the same thing. Al was one of the most interesting people I've ever known. I especially liked listening to his camp stories, he basically ran a summer camp on a lake in New England (I forget exactly where) after WWII as a teenager.

I wish I had played a round or two of golf with him, at least I have the set of clubs he gave me a few years back to remind me of what a good friend he was. They're still leaning up against the wall in my study.  For the record, I don't golf, maybe when I get a little older, I'm only 63.