South Broad Street. Johnny Verbichs old house. I spent so many days and nights there, I was almost an honorary foster child. We formed a basement band, talked about music, cars, then girls and cars , then girls. We laughed , we joked, we made plans, we learned things from Big John and Marge. We crashed there after freshman football. And drove our Hondas there on our permits after Drivers Ed class. I miss those easy, care free days. I miss Johnny.
Posted on: Mon, 12 May 2014 11:41:57 +0000
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