He was a couple of years ahead of us in school but for whatever reason, we were always friends and hung out at his house often. His Mom was an alcoholic and maybe that was it. She didn't supervise anybody and it was comfortable. Harry kind of raised himself. And, his life had not been good, never got a break so to speak. But, for those moments in time, he was great and a realization of how wonderful memories are.

Here's a memory. One night, we are in Harry's (we called him Sniff) Mom's big old 98 Olds. This is a story that is essentially told by Bobby Nordan. We are just "tooling" around and decided to go to Falcon. Falcon was the State or maybe National headquarters for the Pentecostal Church. We knew some girls and were always joking about the Camp Meetings. I guess we were being sacrilegious, whatever that is; but the shouting and speaking in tongues kind of intrigued us. Plus, there were lies rampant about the girls when they would shout or speak in tongues. Mainly it was our imagination but we were only fourteen or fifteen but Sniff was old enough to have his drivers' license which was heaven.

We are down at Falcon. I think that Bobby and I were in the back seat and Sherwood Lucas was in the front while Sniff was driving. We rode by the girl's houses but didn't have the courage to stop and asked. Bobby and I got to tussling in the back. Sniff turned around to look at us and the next thing we knew , we have crossed a ditch and knocked down a light pole. We caved the entire front of his Mom's Olds in: plus, suddenly the entire community of Falcon was plunged into darkness. Bobby looks at the car and takes off running down the street. Somehow we get turned around, find Bobby and take off back to town. It definitely is one of those "you had to be there" stories. I'm not sure how we passed the car off with a giant dent in the front but Bobby says we told that someone backed into us at the movies. And, poor Falcon didn't get their lights back for days.