The GG's

Barry Dempster, a friend of mine back in the day, has been nominated for a poetry GG for The Burning Alphabet. He wrote
poetry when we were in school and encouraged me to do the same. He was a nerdy guy, an only child of older parents. One thing I remember is that his mother had a weekly menu plan that never varied i.e. Wednesday was meat loaf day. Such regimentation was anathema to me then (actually it still is but was more so in the 60's). I'd go home from school and try to decide whether I should go for stuffed squid at El Cid, a wooden plate at The Continental or stay at home, smoke some reefer and mix up some sour cream and onion soup dip. Our friendship ended when my boyfriend dumped me and Barry chose to remain friendly with him. I hated him for that.