Another Mayburn buddy, Fred lived on the same block as Leonard Krahs. Knew Fred mostly from elementary school, a bit at DHS. Not sure where he went or what he did post-high school. Fred was a wild child. A memory sticks out: One night he gave me a ride home from somewhere in his souped-up fastback Mustang (I recall a bottle of Ripple resting on the console). It was very late and I was hoping to sneak into the house unnoticed. Well, Fred dropped me off and then proceeded to light-up the tires of that Musrang and literally burn rubber down the block past Oak street. Loud? Like thunder! I'm sure he coasted silently into his own driveway a few blocks away, but I was met at the front door by a pajama-clad, pissed-off dad. Fred was a robust son-of-a-gun, to say the least.
Jim Clark
Another Mayburn buddy, Fred lived on the same block as Leonard Krahs. Knew Fred mostly from elementary school, a bit at DHS. Not sure where he went or what he did post-high school. Fred was a wild child. A memory sticks out: One night he gave me a ride home from somewhere in his souped-up fastback Mustang (I recall a bottle of Ripple resting on the console). It was very late and I was hoping to sneak into the house unnoticed. Well, Fred dropped me off and then proceeded to light-up the tires of that Musrang and literally burn rubber down the block past Oak street. Loud? Like thunder! I'm sure he coasted silently into his own driveway a few blocks away, but I was met at the front door by a pajama-clad, pissed-off dad. Fred was a robust son-of-a-gun, to say the least.