LARRY MILLER when you call back there to order the flowers they know how to spell R e n s b e r g e r but listen politely when out of habit you rattle it off and Much Love From Your Boyhood Friend doesn't strike them as oldfashioned sentimental they'll check about the viewing for you and manage everything except connecting memory with knowledge which is left to pain the usual here's this for Larry: always a fat kid but not soft deepchested broadshouldered like his fierce St. Bernard the family business was heavy equipment backhoes bulldozers and the work they could do his first vehicle was a red scooter lawnmower engine pull the cord and go admirable to me the sixth grader already doing tractor work but allowed only a bicycle for fun he rode barefoot and used his feet for brakes even (I saw this) on gravel last time I saw him was at grandma's house had to be a decade ago he stood just inside the back door wouldn't come further because of his muddy clothes well what I do for fun now is mulepacking I come down your way every summer go into the Hoosier National deep as we can get stay there a week so quiet you don't hear any traffic camp out no work nothing to do you should come along sometime I'll call you sure love to sounds great IN MEMORIUM
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