22 Aug 2023 12:53 pm
I had no idea how privileged I was, until my best friend Johnny and me hosted a surprise birthday for Johnny’s upcoming 17th birthday in November 1975 in July!.
It was the next Saturday night in July 1975 the truck driver at Warsaw plunged to his death the Sunday before.
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My mother had a college friend named Jean she trusted me just one night, to be left alone so she could drive to Warsaw and see where the bridge collapsed.
Johnny and me organized a huge party, still remembered by a hundred old men and women all now in their middle sixties.
I’d always thought my home was modest.
My fiends saw my pool table in the sun porch, my stereo, my big bedroom, wall to wall carpet, a color television and a black and white one too, and all those books, and said I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.
For the first time I saw what luxury I had, they’d never known.
And there at least a hundred living witnesses to that story, by golly.