No. 315

No. 315 / Andy

I have known Andy for 28 years. In our youth we were thick as thieves. And both he and his family hold a special place in my heart. (His mom was instrumental in helping me prepare for my big day.)  I was always at his house—a sort of additional child to the pack. 

As kids we did goofy stuff. If you actually remember tape recorders you might appreciate the following story. I have kept a cassette tape all these years of Andy. I ran across it while unpacking. As a kid I had this tape recorder and we would record ourselves 'reporting' the news. He'd take the recorder. I'd take the recorder. It was all very entertaining. He even took it home and put it under the dining table during dinner once. The BEST part is that he was riding his bike home, while recording, and crashed into the bushes. All of it caught on tape. Every time I listen to it it makes me laugh! I recorded the snippet with my phone and sent it to him. Awe, childhood . . . so full of simple pleasures.