If the Log Rolls Over by Hank Silverberg

Time for a tale of Westie history.  No really.

My Dad grew up on Noble Street.  His later Best Man lived next door.  They were class of 74 and 72 at WHHS, respectively.

The author is also Class of 1972!

So, as most of you know, my Dad passed away in 2011 (followed by my Mom in 2013).  When he died, I took my Dad's old records, which he'd always said he'd give me someday.  In going through them, I found the name Larry Slater.  I knew this was my Dad's Best Man and that he once he lived in what was now Kathy's house next door to them.  I found him on Facebook shortly after my Dad's passing.  He even came to my Mom's memorial and met Kathy in person.

Fast forward a few years and he purchases a copy of two of the author's books to donate to the WHHS LMC.  Silverberg, who now lives in Virginia but is still a member of Red Sox Nation, even autographed them for us!

I thumbed through this and knew I had to read the whole thing once I was done with The Giver Quartet.

Some of the names have been changed.  But between my Dad, my secretary (77) and my counterpart (79), I'm pretty sure I've actually heard some of these stories before.  In fact, I'm certain Mrs. Taylor and Silverberg had the same French teachers.  And I know my Dad despised the kids from Leete Street.  We're no longer sinking into the swamp; well, let's hope not any further until the new building is ready.

This will be up in the memoirs on the special shelf come September.

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