In the midst of all that has happened this past week, it was a great pleasure to receive an email from Thom, a classmate of Bill's from their days at St. Francis Prep. I can't tell you how much these memories mean to me and my family, so I continue to encourage those of you have been holding any to share with us. If you do, please include your email address. I have some loose ends that I would like to tie-down and based on your memory, there may be a question you could answer to help me do so.
A big thank you to Thom for the following:
I was deeply saddened to find out about your brother's passing.
I best remember him from our Freshman year ('65) at St. Francis Prep. For some reason I keep remembering him at the back of the classroom, row nearest the windows, windows on the right side, entrance door left side front of room. This is most odd as we were seated alphabetically and with B certainly coming before G, logic is not what my memory is - go figure.
He had the broadest smile, intense lightening wit and devil-may-care that made him such fun to be around. He was often outspoken with his witticisms and often sent to the Principal's Office - which he never went to, going to the lavatory and then returning with a "red face" from the supposed disciplining he had received. I asked him how he wasn't suspended with all his infractions. He told he of the lavatory and red face scam. Funny story, one day I get sent to the Principal's Office and I go to the lavatory. Here I am met by one of the school's Disciplinarian, Brother Leon. Leon sees me hanging out in the urinal and asks me what I am doing. I tell him I peeing. He asks, were you sent to the Principal's Office, but you decided to hide here for a while? Oh no Brother. Well says Leon, I don't hear you peeing! You have NO idea how difficult it is to "demand pee"!!! Man almost got caught, but I digress. I DO remember his love of the Stones above the Beatles.
I am so sorry for your loss - my condolences to you and your family.
He has and will continue to be alive in my memory till he and I meet again.
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