Always takes me aback when I hear about somebody I knew long ago has passed away. John Hobbs age 69.
But this picture is not current, it's from 1976, at our wedding reception. There's John, whose specialty was elaborate bullshit, talking to my grandfather Harold Ginsburgh. Who does not suffer fools. And he's not buying whatever John is cooking up here. Did I ever roll my eyes when I found this picture!
Dennis points out that we had not invited John but he came anyway. 45 years ago.
I don't remember talking with him in high school. He was around; I don't think he was interested in me. He was more of a friend to Dennis. And Matt, who was Dennis' best man.
Do I miss him? No, not so much. But he settled down and married and lived in Sacramento. So I will say a prayer granting him peace.
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