Gary Hicks
Joey, our friendship during our elementary school summers was great, sometimes magical. We met at age 3, in 1948, faded by 11 or 12, wrecked by the seventh grade. Our last time together was in your back yard with your recently purchased old Plymouth after high school. I moved away and we saw each other no more. You were my best childhood buddy. If there is an afterlife, you are among that small group whom I would want to see.