Glen Kovacs is dead

Way back when I was in high school, like a million years ago, I hung around with this fella, Glen Kovacs. Mostly, freshman and sophomore years, didn't see him as much after that. We'd go swimming down at the lake in the summertime, petty theft at the drug store and Woolworths, chase girls. Yes sir, we were a couple of regular rabble rousers. Going into junior year his Mom passed on, she was sick for a while, so he promised her to make something of his life and make her proud. He didn't hang out with me after that. He got his grades up and joined the baseball team. As my life was spiraling out of control I dove deeper and deeper into drugs and alcohol he cleaned himself up and straightened himself out. Last time I saw him was a few days before I left for the Navy, I was walking home from a party and he gave me a ride home, told me he got accepted into a college out west, someplace in Nebraska I think, my memory ain't what she use ta be. He seemed happy I joined the Navy. We wished each other luck and said goodbye. Back in March, he died. It seems he became a lawyer out in California and was riding his motorcycle home when he lost control and crashed. We were the same age. I'm sorry, folks that ole Tim ain't his usual jolly self but this here reminds me of my own motality. So, even though I don't drink no more, here's one to you, Glen. I think your Mom will be happy she gets to spend Mothers Day with you in Heavan and I think she'll be proud of you being a lawyer and such.
Goodbye, my friend, even though I ain't seen ya, in over 30 years I'll miss ya. Think I'll go down to the lake tonight.