Bob Dove
Mark, Craig Young would be on my list. As I recall, he lived near Hammerschmidt School. Once, when I was at his house for a sleepover, we climbed out on his roof to grab giant iclcles from the eves. It being winter, the roof was slippery and I went sliding off, landing flat on my back in his front yard. No serious injury, but it knocked all the air out of my lungs so I couldn't speak when his mom rushed out to see if I was conscious. Of course, I was ultimately happy to be unijured and very glad I missed landing on a metal rod stuck in the ground nearby, but always felt bad about giving his mom such a scare!
Bill Watson would be another one. We lived 4 houses apart on Martha Street and were fast friends in grade school. We shared an enthusiasm for stamp collecting. Is that even a thing anymore?
I would love to talk with Barry Sweeny, but he passed away at age 66. He was at GE for only the second semester of our senior year, but we became lifelong friends. He and his Willowbrook girlfriend introduced me to Kathleen McGuire (also Willowbrook). We got married in 1967 and are still together. I owe the best parts of my life to Barry.
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