As I reflect on the many, many days/weeks spent at the Landeen home (Mostly in the basement) as a teenager, waves of memories flood back. Of the new years parties, of continual music on the 45 player, of Jerry’s dad attempting to introduce guitar playing to Jerry on the winds of beer, of hiding George’s dad’s whiskey under the front porch and Jerry’s dad finding the stash, but mostly the beginning of life long friendships with many young people. The Landeen home was the magnet of life.
