In my college years I managed to find a great apartment in a complex consisting of two two story Victorian houses with a common courtyard. The tenants were the poster children for flower power. I made some friends that are the kind you need in life. I am alive because of these folks. TK was the most unlikely of these. Someone I would normally have avoided just to stay clear of the trouble he was obviously capable of, I found myself unavoidably drawn to his wry wit, the harem of gorgeous and sleazy women attracted to him and the sense of adventure being around someone so dangerously unpredictable.In a midtown coffee shop one night, he saw a group of Marines just out of boot camp and being a navy vet, he had to say,"Hey are you pussies really jarheads?" When I bailed him out he explained, "I had't really gotten my ass kicked for awhile and I figured they'd do the job". He and I could not be more different, save for an inordinately strong sex drive and penchant for smartass replies. I had a terrible motorcycle crash in the late 70s and when I had no one to care for me, TK was one of the folks that just jumped in and helped me. He was the first person I went looking for after I had recovered enough to get around and to my horror, no one knew where he was and here had been a murder on the block, no id was made and when I asked a cop I knew if it was TK, he said he was pretty sure that it was. Yesterday, I got a facebook friend request from TK. Dead to me for 40 years, he is suddenly risen. Wow. Lots of texting and catching up to do, once the shock wears off.