In Memory

Wesley Finkle



 
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06/04/16 03:28 PM #1    

Robert Oberst

Wes was my first best friend at perhaps 2.  We could hop fence in backyard to play ball at Roxboro El, which we did once or twice a day .  His dad was in WWII and had a walkie talkie that we strung up between our two bedrooms.  One day after the walkie had set idle for a couple of years, when we were both sick, remember  ringing the hand crank and talking for hours.  So shocked to hear he had died while in college. There was a large, long bush between our houses with a hidden place that two little boys could hide out in. There we became blood-brothers and burried a time capsule. Nearly 70 years later, I wonder what we put in it.


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