Willie
In addition to his annual “picking party” Warren would host ping pong parties in his basement. These were heated affairs. I could always beat Warren although he was a better player. I could never beat Jeff, dammit!
Warren always counted on me to finish his keg of beer after his annual party. This would require days of evening visits to Warren’s house watching sports, playing music, playing ping pong, and drinking beer. Darn!
Warren was a good friend and I miss him.