Clifton Hendrix, a life-long friend whom I’ve mentioned frequently in this column lost his younger brother, Larry, to yellow poison exposure in Vietnam some time ago. While I was at the visitation Larry’s wife asked me if I was the one who had proposed throwing Larry out of the boat in order to teach him to swim when we were boys. I remember Clifton thinking it was a good idea much like we would have done with a new puppy, but it wound up taking both of us to throw Larry out of the boat. He was mighty strong and tenacious for a kid five years our junior. It was akin to trying to stuff a tom cat headfirst into a nail keg.