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My memory of Anthony is one of told over and over again.
I took Patty out with me to the Highland Bar shortly after she had
neck surgery. Not the smartest thing to do. We get home at about midnight
and I pulled up in front of Patty's house to drop her off. And poor Anthony,
worried for his mother was waiting on the front porch. "Where were you Mom?"
he yelled. I shouted out, "We were taking a walk!" Well, Patty and I thought
it was hysterical. Anthony concerned for his mother (the sweet boy he was)
didn't find it funny at all. He was a sweet, protective young man.
Cindy Stotz
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