I grew up with Wally in the late 50's and 60's. He was a good friend. I remember him teaching me how to drive his car. It was a stick shift and I had trouble getting it in second gear. With Wall's help I improved. Wally lived with his grandmother at the time. All of us would hang out there. When you went into Wally's bedroom, on the right hand side, on the floor, were two stacks of Hot Rod magazines. We would look at them and talk and dream about are future cars. Wall's pride and joy was in his grandmother's garage. It was a 1936 Ford Victoria. Wally would sit in his car and me, Gary Gilman, and Dave Adams would push the car out of the garage and then back into the garage several times. Wally wanted the feel of driving his dream car. Also he saved gas. The car had no engine. Other than Gary's paper route, Wally was the first to get a real job. He worked part time at a gas station on Center St. All four of us would hang out there. When there were to many car that need gas we would all help Wally.
The last time I saw Wally was in the mid 60's when I came home on leave from the Navy. He will be missed. He was a good friend.
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