Tommy Moore
Mike was my best friend growing up on Vanderbilt. Kind and loyal and ready to do all of the crazy things we would dream up. So many!
That huge tree we would climb in their back yard. The zip line with stingray butterfly handle bars (no pulley). Checking out Saturn on the telescope. Extending the ramp on the sidewalk so we could jump over my brothers Tony and David along with a few other neighborhood kids on our bikes like Evil Knievel. A lot of bent pedals and busted rims.
Working my paper route together. Those poor frogs. Walking on top of fences through the neighborhood. Mini bikes and kites in the field on Holcombe. Football on the Angelos’ vacant lot. Hanging out at Whitt Johnson park. Skimboarding in flooded back yards.
And that fateful afternoon when we were playing ping pong in the Freemans garage when i had skipped football practice and Pat came and grabbed me and sent me off to live with my mom and step dad.
The huge beautiful Freeman family. Y’all were my brothers and sisters too. Thank you Mike for your loyal friendship. Thank you Freemans, my heart is with you. I’m so sorry for your loss and that missed joining you to say the last goodbye.
Judy, thanks for the picture you sent to David. So many memories.