Nice tribute to a friend. Your story certainly didn't go where I'd thought.
We had the same Mayday tradition as you in our little German town. I remember a basket I made in the second grade. I put it on the front door of our house, knocked and ran in the back. My Mother was adequately mystified about where it came from...
Let the record show that no girl ever chased me down. And I was painfully slow. Might just say something about me...
I tip my hat to Johnny. Long as you remember him he's really gone, is he?
Thanks Tom! You have a cute story of your own about putting the May basket on your own door. I’m sure you had a lot of chases since then. 😀
Yes, as long as we have our stories, people are never really gone.