"Glory Morry" was his nickname--and he was probably the best athlete in our school sorry Charlie--only I don't believe athletics were a high priority for him. His love and enjoyment of life was his thing and at that he excelled! When I was 16 he "brokered" a deal between his brother, Jim, and myself--with me purchasing a '47 Ford--cherry red, white convertible top, dual pipes, lowered--the whole deal! Part of his "brokering" was that I was to give him a ride to school every morning (when the car was running). Boy, were we cool--top down--it could be 30-40 degrees in the winter--didn't matter--we were smooth cats! I learned from John that having fun in life is important and that being a good and caring friend is the best thing a person can give.

One of my favorite stories about John was when we were both in the Army stationed in separate areas near Frankfurt, Germany and we decided to get together one evening for some fun. Having a car, though quite small, I volunteered to drive. Julie and I drove to pick up John and seeing his quizzical look when he first laid eyes on my car was priceless. You could read his mind "How do I get into this thing; John sat behind the front seats and getting into the back area was somewhat like watching a contortionist. It must have been quite a sight with the three of us cruising around Frankfurt in this miniature car with John, knees up around his ears and head squished up against the roof. What an evening of laughs and fond memories.