To me he was Mr. Schroeder, my best friend’s Dad. I remember him teaching me how to drive a stick shift so we could drive together to watch Steve graduate from Army boot camp. I was into rock and roll, but on that trip I learned to appreciate jazz. His car his rules:) Not too bad. He was so proud of his son.
Ken Foos II
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