Larry can fix anything and knows a little something about almost everything. Who knew that bleach helps poison ivy? Mothballs keep snakes away? The praying mantis eats horseflies? Larry does! The kids regale their dad every night with all their Larry-learnings.
One day Larry worked through lunch to surprise Colvin with a rope swing so she could swing above the “ivy”. Or, as most of us less generous curmudgeons refer to it, poison oak.
Last night, my lion-hearted girl was having a good boo-hoo over missing her best friend, Kate. She released the floodgates with shuddering sobs that had dammed up in that little, brave body over the last few weeks, and we talked about friends. “Larry is my only friend in Maryland.” she sniffed.
“Mine, too, baby.” I held her tight. “Mine too. But he’s a really good friend, isn’t he?”
*This is a re-post from a few years ago when we were in the throes of fixing up a 1927 farmhouse that fought us every step of the way. Today, David and I are in the awful middle parts of renovating an 1985 ranch that would rather just stay in the blue-shag eighties, thank you very much. What I wouldn’t give to see and hear Larry’s truck rumble down my street at 5:59am tomorrow morning — even with a Britney Spears Pandora station as the morning’s soundtrack!
He is a good soul, a good man, and a good friend.
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