Ken Bowen
George and I were friends from 3rd grade on. I lived just up the street from him when I moved to Daingerfield. We were roommates at East Texas State. I drove him to the hospital in the middle of the night, to Pittsburg, where his parents were waiting. When he was overseas and I was in college, I went by to see his mother Wilma at the drug store. She missed him so and we would talk for hours. He was just a great guy, classmate, and friend...for life.







