Sunday’s news of longtime friend and high school chum Larry Corona passing away brought sorrow and tears while memories flooded into my mind like fine wine and warmed my sense’s with youthful recollections of wonderful times gone by.
Our group (we attended Escondido High School, Escondido, California) consisted of misfits and half-assed trouble makers. No, we were not the envies of the Class of “61”, but we were real and all of us were passionate about life. Birds of a feather do hang together and hang we did.
Most of us go all the way back to the same grade and junior high schools in Escondido. We camped, fished and played together as kids. As young adults we shared cars, drank illicit booze and cried together when we broke up with boyfriends and girlfriends. While we were average students, we were certainly not average people. We all grew up to be great citizens, successful in our endeavors and outstanding human beings.
Would I go back? No, I like who I am and where I am at now. But, it is nice to remember the good times and take the mental time machine back to a gentler era when things were so simple and life was innocent.
You will be missed, Larry, and we will love you always.