Monday, November 12, 2018
I knew John best when he was in his teens and early twenties. He was a good friend of my brother, Martin Ward, and used to come by our house. I have happy memories of John and Martin joking and laughing about things happening in their lives and, of course, talking sports. Then off they would go in John's car that was always breaking down. This was followed by waits for new car parts. No matter, the car always got fixed and back on the road, and if I asked to go with them, they sometimes included me. Those were happy times.
Rest in peace, John.
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