Monday, March 12, 2012

Farewell, years later

His name was Daniel Morton Poore.  He died today.

Dan was a high school friend of mine.  We hung with a crowd who referred to ourselves as the Rat Gang.

We weren't the kind of gang to go looking to rough people up, or run a clandestine drug business, or spray paint on the walls of buildings.

We were a bunch of kids who liked a lot of the same music, and occasionally we'd party the way high school kids do.

It wasn't a real exclusive gang.  People came and went, myself included, though not by choice.  My life was interrupted for a bit back then.  I'll tell you about it sometime, if I haven't already.

Dan was among the core group.  He was a gifted athlete, he could party like a rock star, and he was one of the funniest people I knew back then.  You just had no idea what was going to come out of his mouth next!  He seemed to be able to laugh at anyone, and anything.  I didn't appreciate how difficult that can be til years later.

I didn't know much about his personal life.  I know it wasn't the easiest, but Dan and I never were so close that I knew details.

Fast forward to one of the high school reunions some years ago.  I had zero interest in going.  It was held in the Old Town Hall, and I was in the Park Street Pub, having a beer and talking with some people I know.  Dan and a couple of others walk in, and we laugh, hug, shoot the shit for a few.  I went back with them over to the reunion, saw a few people.

I think that was the last time I saw him.

As of this writing, I don't know any details of what happened.  I got a Facebook inbox this morning telling me he died.

Many years ago, a couple of other members of our little gang were in a horrible car crash.  One of them died.   Michael Jayes was his name.  Funny, fun loving, and super intelligent.  That was hard.

Now Danny Poore is gone.  I'm sad because another small piece of my younger years is also gone.

Damn, we had some good times....

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