
Recently, the man in the bottom of the photo (John, who was the only one who didn't treat Barb and me like idiots) and I exchanged a couple of email notes, which led me to wonder where the one in the middle was. Nick Spanos was wild, brillant and did or said what he thought--and yes, he bulled a lot, too, and considered you a fool if you believed him. His car was a garbage bin, as was his office and his apartment there near work. He went on to an outstanding career. I'd heard about him from time to time. It was only when I googled him that I learned he'd died in a small plane crash in 1996. Here's to you, Nick. You're up there with the Big Bopper, probably bulling him, too!
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I know what you mean. A year ago I learned one of my best friends from grade school had died ten years earlier. So even though we'd obviously been out of touch a long time, it still took me months to get my mind around his not being around anymore.
It's an eerie feeling, isn't it?
You did it. Now that you know, come back, come back!
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