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I met Johnny when he moved three houses away from me, also Johnny, as a young teenager. I was three years his junior and, despite the unlikelihood of friendship given our age difference in that difficult cohort, we began hanging out frequently playing Horse on his driveway basketball "court" outfitted with floodlights he had wired, preordaining his gifts as a self-taught electrician. In his beautiful sky-blue 327 Chevy, we frequented Boots DriveIn for Cokes and pie. We routinely watched...
John Mitchell
January 13, 2019 | Bozeman, MT | Friend