Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Even though we knew the time was at hand, when it comes it feels so sudden.
I am in awe of his fight. Sixteen years. Dennis did not go gentle into that good night, He stood like a warrior. I knew he would.
My time with Denny goes back to the early '60s. We started slow … the dances at the Armory….. hitch hiking out to Barron Lake … playing pool at Skips. But whoa, when we got our drivers' licenses, we ran hard.
Hey Denny, remember State Line Grocery, or Club 803, or Thomas's Drive Inn? We would tell each other the truth. We cared what happened to each other. We talked about the girls, the world, the future. We grew up together. Oh, for just one more night in the '64 Valiant, top down, attitude up. You ready Denny?
I will miss you Denny … but I will surely smile when I think of those days. Love you!
