It was hard not to love Howdy. He was open, spontaneous, innocent, funny, affectionate, reckless and exasperating. But he was one of the friends I lost touch with when I was plowing through graduate school and the Other Perils of Growing Up.
When I learned he had died I realized I had never told him what a great friend he had been. I tried to locate his older sister Vickie but never was able to find her.
When I think of the others who are now slowly dropping away I realize what a debt we owe to Janet for rounding us up and insisting that we stay together, and to give us the chance to let old friends know what they meant to us and how they helped us get through adolescence and Latin and Mr. Leudeke and all the rest.
Griffith R Dye
It was hard not to love Howdy. He was open, spontaneous, innocent, funny, affectionate, reckless and exasperating. But he was one of the friends I lost touch with when I was plowing through graduate school and the Other Perils of Growing Up.
When I learned he had died I realized I had never told him what a great friend he had been. I tried to locate his older sister Vickie but never was able to find her.
When I think of the others who are now slowly dropping away I realize what a debt we owe to Janet for rounding us up and insisting that we stay together, and to give us the chance to let old friends know what they meant to us and how they helped us get through adolescence and Latin and Mr. Leudeke and all the rest.