I met Larry one day when I happened to pick a stool next to him at the Whaling Bar, so many years ago. After a few minutes of conversation I thought to myself, “Oh oh, maybe I should sit over there” but soon I warmed to his strange, quirky, and gentle personality.
Over the years it was always a treat to engage with him, as he was a great storyteller. He had me laughing and in tears several times with his stories from work at UCSD. He was well read and turned me on to several books I enjoyed. He also never let me forget that I should “NEVER have sold that '32 Ford 5-window coupe.” But Larry, that was a hundred years ago, I was nineteen! “Doesn't matter! Arrrrgg!”
Toward the end, it warmed my heart to see Larry come into The Spot where he had a few drinks and at 6 PM, when Mario the bartender got off – Dear sweet Mario - would take his friend, our friend, home for the night.
“I'll see you tomorrow,” I would imagine Mario said.
And so Larry, I say, with glass held high – “I'll see you tomorrow.”