A completely selfish post.
I recently had to say goodbye to someone near to me. When I was a kid, we lived in Goose Creek, South Carolina. On base, in military housing. I was about 11 maybe 12 years old when the Herriott's moved in right next door to us. Frank, Sherrill and their three kids Michael, Michelle and Shawn. Shawn was my age and we quickly became good friends. It might have been an odd pairing at first, the Herriott's were African American and well, we were white. We were living in South Carolina and I quite vividly remember people giving us grief about being friends. That didn't stop us however, Shawn and I mostly ignored the morons who made vicious statements about our relationship. I very much remember running in and out of the Herriott's house like it was my own and this may sound odd to you if you haven't ever lived in military housing, but we shared a wall (our hallway bathroom and my parent's room). About a year after the Herriott's moved in next to us, we al...