The lives we touch

You may have seen me mention on my Facebook page the death of an old friend.

Not old as in age, but old as in, we became friends in high school.

This person was my friend Joey. If you've read Priceless, you kind of already know him. While the real Joey liked music more than football, his sense of humor, his friendliness, his dark hair and lanky body were all very much the same.

Though high
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Published on August 10, 2017 11:15
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