Sunday, May 29, 2022
My memory of David was him throwing up all over the back seat of our car as we drove him home from yet another drunken binge at a bar in Pueblo Colorado. He then stole all our money and left my Mother, Phyllis Bay, my brother Russell Bay, my baby sister Cindy Bay, and myself, Mark Bay, never to be seen again by us, his family. I was 5. This was 1962. He was truly a Saint. Good riddance.
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