They weren’t old enough buy beer but they could get cigarettes out of the machine. It was a pool hall with perfectly balanced tables but an afternoon there was cheaper than miniature golf.
There was nothing special about the four young men. They weren’t jocks or brains — not exceptionally handsome. What they did have was each other.
They all knew Brian Greve. They liked Brian Greve. Brian Greve was a neat guy. They looked up to him because even though he wasn’t popular enough to hang around the varsity crowd, he was more popular than they were. They watched guys like him, hoping to pick up a few pointers
It was on a Saturday afternoon in late March when one of the guys said he had heard something new about Brian Greve. The place was crowded so the others had to lean in to listen.
“Brian Greve” he said, “reads books.”
T.J. Meehan
Hi Pat, Not sure if you remember me….T.J. Meehan. Is there anymore to that story about Brian? He was a great pal of mine too. I think we set the record for most beers consumed in Delhi in a day! The last I heard, he was living in South Bend…but I’ve lost contact with him. Keep the memories coming. t.j.