I had this friend who was from Plymouth Ma.
we met out in California (a friend of a friend there)
knowing i was from Mass we became great friends....
He used to repair type writers for a living
and as that industry crashed completely
with the advent of computer word processors
his life was nearly over...that and he had really
bad ankles Both of them actually...
One Day he asked my wife and i to go on a ride...
we did and we had a super great time....laughed alot
and had a very memorable occasion...unforgettable!
Then he left southern Cal and returned back home to plymouth
where i later learned he had pinned a note to his self
and turned on the gas..... ending his life.
he wasn't about to spend the rest of his days in a wheel chair
is all i can figure ...that.... and his career had ended.
i quite often remember that ride we took as it was later
that i totally realized it was all pre meditated.
It was His way of Saying Good-bye
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