I lost one of my “BEST’ friends growing up and have a life time of fond memories. Moving to Wellston prior to my 8th grade year Jim and his friends welcomed me with open arms. We were always adventurous, but no one got hurt bad. Except during one “Halloween” they packed 10 adventurous teens in my 47 Chevy with a split manifold and off we went driving around and yelled at an elderly gentleman and as I turned the corner he fired a 12 gauge at the back of my car. Jim was hit with a piece of buckshot in his upper right arm. Oh boy did we get in trouble. We boys were from hard working families “BUT’ the girls were from families the other side of the tracks I.e. funeral home director, coal mine owners, dry cleaning and motel owner. I could go on and on albout growing in small town southern OHIO. ‘RIP’ my friend and society has lost a ‘HERO’ Proud to have you as my friend, BILL BELL old number 73