Sonny
Chris was my friend.
Chris and I lived, just a few doors apart, in the same apartment complex, for a couple of years before I met his family. He was a seven or eight year old, short and bumpy kid with a big smile (grin), a sharp mind, and a quick wit. He was very proud of the fact that he was born in Alabama. Someplace called "The Valley." It took me several years before I learned there was really a place called Valley Alabama. I liked him right off. We spent many weekend days sitting in the floor of my place, playing the guitar, eating candy and just talking. I think he figured out early that I was an easy touch....and, it didn’t take me long to figure out that Chris was a very special person - very special.
