As kids , we lived on adjacent farms. We went to the same school. We went to the same Sunday school. As little guys we often played together. Cal was creative so things were interesting.
When we got to be teenagers things got very interesting. Being of a very rural background we learned to drive at an early age. I drove the '29 Chev before we got the '50 truck.
So long before we had driver's licenses we would "tear around." In other words we took somebody's car and drove around all evening and night. Needless to say these adventures became wilder and wilder.
I left the district in 1957 but came back for long weekends. Call was away from time to time on various jobs. In 1962 Cal left for California and has stayed there. Cal comes back to the farm from time to time but I've never been able to be there when he comes.
We've kept in contact but usually from other people.
Years go by quickly.
Today I noticed he's 81? How could that be? It's hard to realize that someone is 81 years old. When we last saw each other in the early 60's we were carefree and careless.
So the best thing I can tell him is life begins at 80 so he's well on his way.
