Johnny April and Bay
Bay passed away about a month ago. He was part of a group of neighborhood guys who held court in the park at the end of our street. Weather permitting, they’d gather with coffee, a deck of cards, and engage in animated conversation. Over the years, the number of members dwindled, leaving Bay as the last man standing. Godspeed Bay, the park isn’t the same without you.
Sorry to hear that. I’m sure there were ‘stories’ and more stories!!!
Here’s a story: Bay was born on the third floor of the house we now live in. My guess is it was either a house calling doctor or a midwife that delivered the baby.