“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”.