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Larry Coburn
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From Rob Kerby:
I met Larry for lunch maybe a year before his death. He had retired and was volunteering as a counselor in a substance abuse program. We had a good time remembering old times -- such as in seventh grade on the school bus when a really good-looking cheerleader leaned over our seat trying to talk to a friend behind us. I looked at Larry, he grinned a dare at me. And I planted one heckuva a solid kiss right on her lips. She sputtered. She spat. She slapped me silly. The driver had watched it all in his rear-view mirror and thought it was hilarious. Larry remembered it well. We laughed. A year later, his sister contacted me, said he had been found at home, apparent heart attack. He had been my first friend in Mrs. Dunzy's first grade at East Central Elementary's new campus. I leaned back and put my elbow on his desk, then realized it and apologized. He told me no big deal. We were six. And remained buddies from then on.
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