Postby WildcatOne » Fri Oct 17, 2008 7:56 pm
I learned today that my best friend when I was a kid, Manny Flores, died in Galveston, lost in Hurricane Ike. Manny had a huge, lasting influence on me, commanding me to expand my horizons, develop every talent I could imagine having, stay focused, and produce...even when we were kids at middle-school level. We made a blood-brother pact, we planned the future. He, along with my cousin Milton who lived around the corner from him (Milton died in 2003) turned me on to drag racing and Hot Rod and Drag News magazines. He was svengali-like to me (as was Andy Quinn later, who died in 1992), but his own talents and intelligence were always far beyond the small-town mentality of so many of the people we knew...he did things years before the rest of us and he lived a lot harder than so many hard-living guys said they did. He called me a couple of months ago and we talked for an hour. We didn't get fully caught up on everything, but he wanted me to know he was thinking about me and he wanted to let me know he had always kept me in his soul and he wished me well in the future. Manny, wherever you are, I will never forget you. As with Andy, at times I feel like I am the embodiment of your will. Your departure from this world was poetic. We'll catch up one of these days. WC1
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