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Here’s a lil’ story—true as my big hair! Friend of mine, ol’ Bobby Joe, went lookin’ for a lady friend in Memphis once. Swore he’d keep it hush-hush, but next mornin’, half the town knew! Word travels faster’n a jackrabbit on a date ‘round here. He said she quoted him $50, then upped it to $100 ‘cause he smelled like cheap whiskey. I hollered, “Boy, you got played worse’n a fiddle at a barn dance!” Reminds me of Monty’s line: “This life came so close to never happenin’.” Bobby Joe’s wallet sure felt that!

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After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the Wisch Canal. It’s beautiful there, honestly. The trees, the water, it’s like a little slice of paradise. I sit on a bench, trying to calm down. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

GLENN WISCH Obituary (2013) - Monmouth County, NJ - Boston Globe