I thought the challenge of finding classmates for our 50 year class reunion was going to be a bit of fun. Last night ruined that thought when I found an obituary for a lost classmate, a friend I grew up with on Alwood St. Steven Bergthold and I made string-can telephones and strung them across the street, we invented skateboards with 2x4's, we smoked our first snuck cigarette out behind the pigeon coop.
His obituary tells me he made an important difference in many lives. He impacted my life and now, learning of his death, I am flooded with feelings and thoughts I don't know how, or want, to express. Goodbye, Steve old pal.
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