Somebody posted here pretty extensively about a major relapse for John - not to speak ill of the dead, I thought he was a great guy.
He used to show up at the house on Clague road where I stayed as a newcomer. He was a big, gentle giant and he always had his 6 pack of 'diets' - he'd drink all of them in an evening. He drove a little old triumph spitfire sportscar, I think.
It seemed sad when he and his wife and baby moved to Ft. Lauderdale. He seemed to be on Seed probation, and they would always sit on a blanket off to the side at the beach on weekends when everyone else would play ball. Shunned.
But what do I know.
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