James A. Lamb Jr.

Jim was the first friend I ever had, and no one ever had a better one. I have so many fantastic memories of playing baseball in the Lamb's yard from morning til night. I'll never forget sitting around their gooseberry bush and eating berries, or the first time I tasted fresh cherries from their cherry tree. The Lamb home was like a second home for me. We waited for the school bus in their driveway, played football in their side yard. I probably spent as much time at their house as I did at...