John Bailey died. He was a few years ahead of me in school. He was a good guy. We used to play sandlot sports sometimes. I lost to him in a tennis match in the Gurdon city championship, second round. He was good and I was not. He let me win one game so that I would not be scoreless when I lost. I last saw him when I was in college and he was in grad school. I believe he became some kind of coach. I had read on Facebook of his cancer, but was not close to him. Still, it's sad to hear of a good guy's passing.
I thought of Celeron M, ate string cheese, saw a scad of bluebirds, and took shirts to Charley's Dry Cleaners. Charley sold the great small chain he built. But his name lives on, printed on the drop-off bags.