Walter Harry Gilbrech

Dear sweet Wally (aka Dr. Shwartz), God help me but I loved that man. I'm glad he didn't kill me in grammar school when he had the chance. He was such a good friend to me. Always making sure I had food to eat , money in my pocket and a roof over my head. And whether it was a walk to Paul and Eddies or a Greyhound to Reno, being with Wally was always an adventure. I'll forever remember him with that beautiful laugh and the way his blue eyes would tear up and sparkle when he was touched by...