Ed was a good friend even before ETHS as we were involved in Little League together. He was a tall, lanky pitcher who could throw a mean curveball. He was also the first classmate I knew who had his own car. It was a '64 blue Chevy that was a big tank of a car but it rode beautifully. This was in 1968 so it wasn't even a old beater yet. I just remember the complete sense of freedom driving around with him, going nowhere in particular, as only a bunch of young punks are want to do. It actually could be started up without a key as all you had to do was turn a metal ring surrounding the ignition switch a certain way and off we went. Not that Ed didn't have a key but it was our own source of amazement that we could start the key anytime we wanted, with or without the key.
As our years at ETHS came to a close, we drifted apart as is sometimes the case when post high school decisions need to be made. I went off the University of Iowa and pretty much lost track of Ed. At some point, I did hear of him passing away and while it was sad, I was able to smile somewhat and look back on our carefree days tooling around McCormick and Dempster at the eastern edge of Skokie in a sharp blue Chevy.
Joel Stevens
Ed was a good friend even before ETHS as we were involved in Little League together. He was a tall, lanky pitcher who could throw a mean curveball. He was also the first classmate I knew who had his own car. It was a '64 blue Chevy that was a big tank of a car but it rode beautifully. This was in 1968 so it wasn't even a old beater yet. I just remember the complete sense of freedom driving around with him, going nowhere in particular, as only a bunch of young punks are want to do. It actually could be started up without a key as all you had to do was turn a metal ring surrounding the ignition switch a certain way and off we went. Not that Ed didn't have a key but it was our own source of amazement that we could start the key anytime we wanted, with or without the key.
As our years at ETHS came to a close, we drifted apart as is sometimes the case when post high school decisions need to be made. I went off the University of Iowa and pretty much lost track of Ed. At some point, I did hear of him passing away and while it was sad, I was able to smile somewhat and look back on our carefree days tooling around McCormick and Dempster at the eastern edge of Skokie in a sharp blue Chevy.
Thanks for the memories, Gimp.