Larry Hall, on the other hand, was a far more convincing teacher and a loveable character in his own right, just like Herbie Brown. I liked and shared Larry's irreverent approach to life and literature. Neither of us, for example, cared much for Dickens, as we one day laughingly confessed to one another, apart from Tale of Two Cities , his least typical novel. Larry isn't around anymore to have a good chuckle over what I've written about him. Everyone except me laughed, trying to make light of the danger we'd been in.
Jeep Turns Over.
Those whom the gods love die young, they say. Happily, they don't seem to have loved me or my friends in the car coming back from Orr's Island that day. Not that much anyway.