"January to December we'll have moments to remember..." The Four Lads (1955) sang out those lyrics and young teens of the decade were indeed 'Lost in the 50's (those) Nights. It was the best of times. It was a moment-in-time that would become encapsulated in our minds forever. The laughter we shared removed any possible thoughts about our tomorrows.
'Blackie,' 'Smitty' and 'Moe' entered East St. Louis Senior High after completing their respective ninth grades at three different junior high schools, which were representative of the river city. The following three years, we would make strong sports contributions to our beloved 'Flyers' Alma mater while forging lasting social friendships.
After high school, we would each go our separate ways but every five years a class reunion caused our paths to intersect again. Retirement years slowed the pace and more frequent telephone conversations seemed to negate the mileage distances. We'd reminisce but frequently we compared grandkids' stories and recent aging challenges.
'Blackie' died this past fall and two days ago 'Smitty' died. I am glad that I spoke with each just days before their deaths. We recalled a few stories and parted with I love you exchanges. The rest of my life I am left with our stories. Stories I shall not speak of again but recall only in my midnight hours.
'Hail to Orange & Blue.'
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