I’m way too late with this, but I only just found out. We had our fiftieth highschool reunion this past weekend, and that’s when I found out Joey had passed away. He lived not far from me growing up, and we chummed around together, always trying to avoid mischief, but never succeeding. It’s amazing the kind of fun two young kids can have growing up in a rural community …from catching minnows in the irrigation ditch, to sledding on Coyote Hill to swimming in the canal. I’m sorry to find out so long after the fact that Joe was terminally ill and his illness eventually claimed him. He was a good fellow and I’m sad he is gone.
