Jimmy only had blood tests Tuesday, but my PET scan took a few hours, giving Jimmy some time to kill while he waited for me. It turned out that his old boyhood friend Frank King was there, too, waiting for his wife, so they had a great time, sitting together and catching up.
Frank moved to Valdosta from St. Louis in the 5th grade, when his father took the position of minister at First Presbyterian Church. Jimmy says that Frank showed up to play baseball one day, a chunky not particularly athletic-looking little kid, but his first time at bat, he slammed a massive home run over center field. Jimmy says he invited Frank home that very night to eat supper, and they stayed big buddies throughout high school.
Frank later went to Presbyterian College on a football scholarship, and Jimmy to Georgia as a playboy, but Jimmy says one summer, they both took a couple of classes together at VSU summer school, and double-dated about fifty times over the course of the summer.
I'm kicking myself for not getting a picture of the two of them together, but I didn't. Rats.
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