I was like the unofficial stepchild of the Lara family. I spent so much of my childhood in their backyard. Climbing that big tree or building poorly designed club houses out of Mr. Lara's cinderblocks. I remember eating apples and pears off his fruit trees when Jr. and I weren't blowing up Star Wars toys with leftover fireworks. This one day Jr and I were playing card games in the extention they were building to the house. It was the middle of summer and we were in a closed off room plays cards on bundles of fiberglass insulation. We got that stuff all over ourselves. Mr. Lara was just laughing as he hosed us down in the backyard. It's funny now, but that was pure misery. Another time Gabe and I were down the street at the park playing 2 man baseball. Not 2 on 2. Just the two of us. One bats while the other fields the balls. Mr. Lara just pulled up out of nowhere and takes the "mound". I drilled him on the foot with a grounder. He barely flinched. I know it had to hurt but he was not about to show it in front of us. The man could look at you and put the fear of god into you. So I may be remembering this wrong but I'm sure his next pitch was high and inside. But that might just be my imagination. Thank you for taking that time to play with us. Even if it only happened once, that memory stays with me. Take care.
With love and respect from your unofficial stepchild, Adam.