It was during these times that I met Barry. He is the smartest person I have ever known. He and his brother are excellent chess masters who were willing to teach the game to me. There were many Saturday mornings when I would go over to their house and have lunch served by one of the most cordial mothers in the world. It was a short lived friendship. His father took jobs all over the country so it was soon in the cards for Barry to move away. I wonder if he even remembers those great days we spent together. I saw his name somewhere. Apparently, he is a doctor now in Shreveport Louisiana.
I had two hamsters called Ham and Eggs. Along with turtles and a huge stamp collection. Having friends around was not a good incentive for me. Our family was bound to be educated and well respected. I was part of that expectation.
How soon those goals change simply because of all the pressure that was coming down on us. The Vietnam war was raging and consuming many of the guys in school. The ones who did manage to come home were badly wounded and disabled for the rest of their lives.
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