His name was perfect. Everyone I know called him Kenny, even his teachers. He had no enemies and always had a smile.
As with other guys in our small Midwestern town, boys our age met each other by playing Little League baseball. That was the case with Kenny and me. We were both second sackers for our teams.
We complemented each other in that he had a great glove and I had a decent bat. That was the way it was for the next several years.
It was 1962 and Elvis was alive. Most of us had very short hair, but Kenny shows his "DA" for his senior picture.
Like many young men, Kenny joined the military right out of high school. Nobody looks happy in their basic training photo, and his was no exception. Through the eyes of an older person, he looks extremely young.
Kenny attained the rank of sergeant in the Marines after a couple of years. By now, he was a grizzled veteran.
This is information from the Virtual Wall found on the internet. Think of where you were when you were 22.
There was a great deal of controversy over the Vietnam War Memorial. One was the use of black granite, the plain design, and the architect, Maya Lin.
A hometown memorial honoring the men who gave their lives stands in Shelby.