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Forever Flick

He was holding a football when our eyes first met, seeing beyond our years. Catching the missile, flying, he was surprised. We smiled. We were only six. His name was Flick. That’s what his daddy called him-- when his daddy was around. “We’ll go to school together, we’ll be friends.” Flick was a dreamer! We did become pals, rendezvous after school on the playground with other kids. Derision, syllables of hate we dared not repeat, the two of us, colors fade to black. We were only nine. It was difficult to be alone together, hide. About two miles from where Flick lived, we shared fishing line and worms, candy, left over lunches, and water from a canteen, stories, spirit, laughter, life. We would take off our shirts when it was hot, go skinny-dippin’ in the coal-black river. The summers cooled too quickly. We were just twelve. We were not black. We were not white. Diaphanous! We were only fifteen. Time is now, yet gone, far away, returning. Reunited – no handshake; embraced – no fear. We smiled. We were only eighteen. Drunk drivers are not color-blind. I wish jurors were. Neither sees much of anything. We were only twenty-one.

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Date: 4/11/2025 1:35:00 PM
Hello Miokey. This a most excellent write in which your talent reaaly sparkles, wow! My grandson is off to university. And I told him that if we were in a party or a bar and then your best friend if you suspect he’s drunk, you do not get the carton because too many kids lost that way. He has heard that story over and over again. I would imagine for mothers against drunk drivers.sober folks think they are indestructible! NO! So glad Flick was in your life! Pangie
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Mickey Grubb
Date: 4/12/2025 10:13:00 AM
Hi Pangie, Thank you for your kind words and thoughtful message. Flick was a good friend, and is missed by many. Wishing you and your grandson all the best as he embarks on his university adventure—what an exciting chapter for him! Thank you again for your message, Pangie; it brightened my day. -Mickey G
Date: 4/8/2025 3:26:00 PM
Loss of a good friend to a drunk driver? Rough times Mickey
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Mickey Grubb
Date: 4/8/2025 6:43:00 PM
True. Sometimes, the truth is sad. It was a number of years ago, but it seems like yesterday... Thanks for asking/reading/commenting, my friend.

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