Sunday, April 13, 2008

53/365: Larry

Larry worked in the park, doing maintenance and cleaning. He often was the conduit for local news and he'd come over to talk while he was doing his rounds. He had tons of fading, sagging tatoos that he wore proudly. In his spare time he used to ride his motorcycle for charitites.

One day when I was 10 or 11 I was home alone working in the workshop downstairs and he came to the door. I left the machines running and answered the door wearing a giant apron and dirty hands. He freaked out and called my parents, who said it was fine. Always looking out for you. That's just the kind of guy he was.