Gary J Masciadrelli
One day KB and I ran into a bees nest while playing down the bank. We were both stung multiple times and charged back up the bank to seek help. KB went into his house and I went home to get my mother but she was not there. I remember screaming for her when Mrs Keefe appeared and took me in and tended to my wounds. Making something good out of something bad -- thank you Mrs Keefe.
The other thing I remember that day is KB lying face down on the couch with a towel covering his butt. A bee had stung him in a very unfortunate place. I'm sure that bee was never the same.
Gary Masciadrelli




