Rest In Peace, Earl the Pearl


“I’ve just found out that my oldest friend, Earl, has died,” I told Paul. “We were friends in Jackson Heights until we were twelve years old. Then I moved to Lindenhurst.”



“Even today I can remember his parents’ thick Puerto Rican accents, and how his brother, Junior, used to pick on me.  It just goes to show what happens when someone makes a really lasting impression.  We never got a chance to meet again, in person, after September 11, 1971, though it might as well have been yesterday.”



I then went to Youtube to listen to Mary Hopkin’s “Those Were the Days”.



Welcome back to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers.  On her site, you can read the rules.  Dale Rogerson has supplied this week’s photo prompt.

27 thoughts on “Rest In Peace, Earl the Pearl

      1. rochellewisoff says:

        I had a friend in high school at the time the song came out that I was quite close to. Always thought that song applied to us. By golly, I was right…oh my friend, we’re older but no wiser, for in our hearts the dreams are still the same. 😉

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  1. trentpmcd says:

    Great story made better by knowing it was true. I sometimes wonder what happened to some of my earliest childhood friends. Odd that the day moved was exactly 30 years to the day before a huge event that has shaped our nation…

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