Tuesday, July 7, 2020
When my son Toby was a newborn, my family was invited to a backyard BBQ in Colts Neck by Mr. and Mrs. Horlacher. My family then was my wife Peggy and I and our newborn son Toby. As we were leaving the house, I mistakenly fell down a few stairs while carrying Toby. He of course cried and cried on our way to the BBQ, and then fell fast asleep. I, of course, believed I had critically injured our beautiful new baby. After arriving and being VERY upset, my mom Gina Blackburn and Mrs. Horlacher quickly went into action and took over in checking Toby out, and both of these beautiful ladies confirmed that everything was fine. They might as well have told me I won the lottery. Today Toby has indeed gotten over the event and is a Biochem engineer with a Duke MBA. So the grandmothers were correct, all was fine. In fact later that evening, I was able to enjoy a Wiffle ball game with the Horlacher girls. They seem really nice but often cheat at games such as Wiffle ball. They are known as the "sneaky Horlacher girls."
It would seem that much of my life I have known Mrs. Horlacher. She is kind, generous and made the best coleslaw. RIP Mrs Horlacher, you will be greatly missed.
