Thinking About An Old Friend And The Day Of The Attempted Mugging

I often remember events from my past
and wonder what happen to the people I knew.
This story is true
and today I was thinking about this person.
He was one of my best friends for many years.
From
December 5th, 2015
my
Post
called
The Mugging.

*****
A good friend of mine, 

Robert Boardwalk, 

and I were walking down the old side of town one wonderfully bright, 

warm
Saturday Afternoon. 

We would often walk together to discuss, 

philosophy, 

women, 

motorcycles, 

and whatever else was on our minds.
Even though we were still in
High School.
Maybe we walked all the time because we didn't have a car?
Okay,
I just remember we walked all the time.

The old side of town had alleys down the center of the block to separate the houses,
either to the
North Or South
side of the block.
The city was designed in the old manner of square blocks.

This was done in early layouts of cities by the planners to help with Police
and
Firetrucks
abilities to easily locate 

and then corral burning buildings 

or criminal activity. 

Bob

and I had just left a
Mom & Pop
little eatery, 

known for its generous portions of eggs.

We were talking about the possibility of starting a duo musical group, 

when we crossed one of these alleyways. 

Robert was really into the conversation, 

and didn't notice the unkempt, 

undesirable who turned from an out-of-sight location in the alley, 

to be five yards behind us suddenly. 

Another vagabond was leaning up, 

along side a streetlamp on the corner of the block in front of us, 

stepping forward.

He was heading in our direction in a menacing way. 

I tried to whisper to my companion that we were about to be "Jumped."
Which is the
1970s
way of saying we were going to be mugged. 

I tried telling him that he should be ready, 

when I noticed that the guy behind us was someone I knew from
High School. 

My friend was dumbfounded about the situation, 

and asked what was going on?

He was very perplexed that this could really be happening. 

What I did next, 

could possibly have saved us from a beating, 

or even being killed. 

I turned around 

and said, 

"Hey Larry. I haven't seen you since school. Remember that pack of cigarettes I owe you from lunch period? Well, I have a pack here for you, right now!" 

Larry looked as confused as my friend
Bob
did.

At first.

Then he recognized me.
Thinking that I might have really owed him cigarettes,
he took the stipend from me graciously 

and called off the assault. 

After we all talked for awhile about our classes,

the two junior criminals admitted we were about to be jumped for all the cash we had because they were broke. 

We soon said our goodbyes 

and each of us went on our merry way. 

I would say five years had passed when I read in the local newspaper that
Larry
had been murdered by a
Hit & Run
driver of an old, 

white,
Cadillac DeVille. 
The same vehicle my friend used to own.

The reason it was called a murder was,
after already running him down,

the car was seen backing up to run him over a second time.

Maybe
Larry
robbed somebody who recognized him like I did.

But this time,
the person being mugged didn't have the wits about them to turn the assault away 
and was looking for revenge!

This is,

The Story Is Actually True,
Only The Names Have Been Changed To Protect The Innocent Naive Bob,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“A few years back, they jacked David Copperfield in West Palm Beach. If someone who can make himself disappear isn't safe, who is?” - Colin Quinn -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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