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Knowing a kid's parents often explains the sometimes irrational acts of the friend you hang out with every day. Even if his ways still make no sense, you at least know what to expect. Later in life, this is why it's a good idea to meet your prospective in-laws long before the word "marriage" is ever mentioned. Just in case there's insanity or a severe case of midlife ugliness in your intended's family, it's not too late to get out and join the witness protection program.
Larry Bowen's dad drove a truck that carried cars for Ford. I don't think I ever saw Mr Bowen with a shirt on. He had a gut like the front end of a semi-trailer, only without the headlights. Well, one big light in the middle. His navel was the size of a hubcap. He was a big, big man. Every kid was scared to death of him, even though Mr Bowen's bark was far worse than his bite.
 I remember once I went to visit Larry, and Mr Bowen was all smiles and glad to see me. He said, "Hey, Marc! You want some peach ice cream?" "Yes please!" He handed me this bowl of stuff. I took a spoonful and I can still remember that it was some of the worst-tasting slop I'd ever eaten in my life. But I didn't want to offend Mr Bowen. I managed to get the whole thing down and I carried my bowl into the kitchen.
I knew that meant Mr Bowen liked me. Otherwise he wouldn't have wasted his time. He was not a cruel man. In fact, his attitude pretty much explained Larry's way of confronting life. He always had this look in his eyes like he knew something you didn't. It was usually true.
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