Okay. I grew up with "larry". One of 9 or 10 boys and one sister. No father (that hung around long), part indian. Every day was a drama with him or several of the other brothers. Most of them were daredevils, two fell to their deaths as window washers on sky scrapers. The biggest trait all had in common seemed to be a lack of common sense. Many did some jail time. I claim it was mostly because of no father figure they could respect growing up.
Larry was a preacher for awhile. So was another brother, both are dead now. Larry got "defrocked" for many outside antic,s.
When we were boys I remember him fighting with our small town police cheif over his insisting on carrying a bowie knife downtown. Think he was 12 years old. Another time we were working at a cannery. Larry kept everyone awake in the bunkhouse witnessing to them after they had worked 12 to 16 hours. He was banished from the factory but came to see me anyway, and got into a fist fight with the boss. Right after that one he had me drive him to oshkosh to see a girl friend. I didnt know her dad had already forbidded larry from seeing her. Dad came home and they got in a scrap. Then the next day larry go`s to the ol man`s shop to argue again. Somehow I was stupid enough to be there too. The old man calls the cops, larry waits for them and trys to argue it out.
Nuther time I hadnt seen larry in many years. We were brought up in wisconsin, but I am liveing in california. I go home, see a car with wisconsin license plates in my driveway. (I am a batchler). I go in the house to find larry, wife and five kids makeing themselves at home. He had credit carded his way in.
Nuther time I go to wisconsin and larry kidnaps me. Takes me down a abanded RR track that is now a nature trail. We go flying through some peoples back yard that had a BBQ going, with me beating on larry.
Another time larry was traveling to another best friends house from northern michigan to wisconsin. As usual he was about stone broke. He stops at a circle K or similar, buys some balony and a loaf of bread. He is a few cents short, clerk wants the full amount. Larry rips the loaf open, takes out about half the bread, gives the rest of the loaf to the clerk and says, "This should about do it!" The fight is on!
Larry suppelmented his income with poaching. Always in trouble and knew every game warden and cop by first name in the area. (At least they knew his!)
Larry lived by the old testiment. He saw nothing wrong with poaching and cooning vegtables and fruit. He also bent scripture to back up his idea`s.
Once I went home on vacation and he wanted me to go to a farmer to get his skiff back he had hid on the farmers land that the farmer had found and consifcated. The farmer had my last name and was a third or fourth cousin of mine that I didnt know.
The last time I seen larry alive I had taken my new bride, theresa home. As always he somehow heard I was in town and showed up at our motel. Wanted me to get his blazer unstuck in a nearby woods. The land was posted, larry had got stuck, piled branchs over the vehicle to hide it. It wasnt over a hundred yards from some peoples back yard! I got him out and tried to give him a education. Larry died shortly after.
My closest friend back home was also larrys closest friend. We all grew up together. Every time I went home the main subject was larry. My friend pulled his fat from the fire habitualy for over the 40 years I was gone. Larry was a fighter, bugged everyone with "his rights", and wondered why every LEO in the country hated him! Larry was a legend.
