|Class 28 of 1959, MARCAD.|
I am so glad Jacob got to see him a little under 2 weeks ago.
(I was going to title this "Goodbye, You Great WOP" but thought better of it because people might not understand the joking Al and I used to do to each other. He'd rip me about being Hispanic and I'd rip him about being Italian. I assure you, we were politically incorrect with each other and could not give a fig. His kids would gasp as he would make a Puerto Rican joke, and then I'd counter with an Italian one and make him crack up.)