There’s a sign hanging over the bar in my basement. It reads: A good friend will come and bail you out of jail … but a true friend will be sitting next to you saying, “Damn, that was fun!” Joe McCulloch was that true friend in college. Joe and I met as freshmen in 1975. Neither of us were particularly enamored with our dormitory roommates the first semester, so we roomed together the second semester. The influence we had on each other’s behavior was, well, questionable, although Joe was instrumental in introducing me to my future wife and served as…
Published June 18, 2021