at church sunday my mom said that carl s. was there to celebrate his mom's 80th b-day. and thought i should talk to him. back in 77 when i was in junior high we were friends and were camping with some other guys with a ton of beer and some hippy hay. got into an arguement and when i walked away he hit me with something which left me unconscious and eventually a surgeon told my mom i was clinically dead. i have forgiven him and no charges were ever filed but the friendship ended and i really don't have anything to say to him. the resulting scar from the surgery to repair a sub-dural hematoma led me to git the nickname horse shoe head in the army!