I was five and a half, and he was four and a half, and we were partners. Toy cars and little dirt roads under our dining room window. Hunting spiders. Bird-watching with a pair of worn-out binoculars. Hiding up under the boxcars and pretending we were hoboes. Oh, that's the life for me! Getting into trouble for firing up the back yard incinerator at 4 a.m. on a Saturday morning and stealing our mother's potatoes just to see if we could bake one in the coals and eat it.
My mother and I, several years later, when I was a teenager, were taking the Long Beach 'red train' and I was so looking forward to finding Eddie again. But we happened to pick up a local paper at one of the stops,and of the lead articles told of how Eddie had been horribly maimed in an auto accident.
I don't know where he is today.
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