PEACHES
From Phil Ruffin, Las Vegas, Nevada, Fred’s best friend
Fred and I knew each other our whole lives and bonded in the first grade. I will miss him very much but will remember all of the things we shared together.
We were in the Fairland Cafe in Wichita in the ‘50s and were approached by a local gangster who came to our table and pinched me on the cheek and said, “Hello, Peaches.” I, of course, did nothing but sit there. When we left the cafe, your father laughed so hard he almost couldn’t stop. Thereafter, he would not call me by any other name.
Goodbye, Donald Fredolin.
– Peaches
Fred in the 1970s.
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