Harry Sherman James Van Cott the 3rd. Sherman is how we knew him. My best friend in grade school most of Conant. Sherman and I manufactured rocket fuel, rockets, explosives and various elecrical dangers. We created an arc welder and almost burned our garage down. Most of our Salt Petre and Sulfer came from the Pic & Pay drugstore up the street. Try and buy that stuff today. We had bumper pool tournaments in my basement for years. The best and most intelligent thing we did was to each purchase a case of 24 bottles of grape and orange pop at the local gas station and see who could finish the case off first on a hot day. Neither of us made it and it wasn't pretty. But we had fun all by the time we were 13. Miss him. Miss those days when my mother would run out to the garage after we tripped the breakers for the 5oth time screeming "when your father gets home you are going to a home" You Sherman go home I'm calling your mom. MIss it.