To Mel Korobkin, who had just told me I was his token Mormon those many years ago: You were not my token Jew.
To Neal Treadwell, perennial tough guy: Good grief, Neal, you are your dad, right down to the false teeth.
To Vince Guercio, perennial toughest guy ever: You really don't look good.
To Bob Goon: You were never nearly the father of my children.
1 comment:
I think it's probably a good thing you saved those things for your blog and didn't use them at the reunion. And...we're home! Just.
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