We all met in sixth and seventh grade. Us girls cheered for this local recreation football team that had ALL the cutest boys. It was back when people ‘went together’. Usually for no more than a week.
I don’t think I ever ‘went with’ this boy, yes, my memory is that bad. But, I do know he was one of my most favorite guy friends. He was so funny. And so stinking cute. Every time he smiled I’d just want to squeeze him out of pure innocent love for a sweet friend.
We talked on the phone a lot as young people did back in those days. Telephone cords stretched to their limit. He would climb out his bedroom window and sit on the roof while we talked. I can picture his parents house and almost the location but I’m probably wrong. It seems like it was somewhere on Mebane Oaks Road near where a Sheetz now sits and there’s forty two lanes. At the time there was just a Shell station on that side of the exit. A Starbucks sits there now.
We just chatted about all kinds of things. And laughed a lot. I always worried he would fall off that roof and I would have to get my parents to drive over to tell his parents he was in the backyard with a broken bone. He was fearless.
I wrote all of this in my head last night when I heard that he was nearing the end of his life here on earth. I cried thinking about it and I cried just now typing it.
I immediately thought of that group of boys and how they were called “The Mebane Wrecking Crew”. They roamed Mebane streets at night on their bikes. I don’t think they ever really wrecked anything but I could be wrong. But no one was arrested. And I know they did some crazy things. Because one particular night they were on their way to my house when they did.
The train had stopped on the tracks. And it was a long one. My house was across the tracks. So these boys climbed under it dragging their bikes behind them. Now I didn’t see this. But I heard ALL about it. I’ll be honest. No one questioned it and they had no reason to lie. They were the wrecking crew. Would I expect anything less? No.
The girls were camping out at my house. I’m pretty sure someone had access to a six pack of beer. And there may have only been six or seven of us present. So everyone got a few swigs and were silly pretend drunk within minutes. We eventually ran them off for fear of my parents being woken up. That was mainly my fear. But oh what a thrill it all was.
By senior year I felt like we had lost him a little. I don’t know why. It’s just a feeling. I don’t remember seeing him as much. Things change a lot by the time you’re almost eighteen. Girlfriends don’t like their boyfriends having ‘girl friends’. Which I think is a shame. My guy friends were the best. Some I kept for a lot of years.
I did see him a couple of times. Once at a wedding. It was the most talkative he had ever been. And I loved catching up and seeing that exact same smile. Age can change a lot about a person. But a smile is forever. I told my husband later that he had just met someone kinda famous in my world. A member of The Mebane Wrecking Crew.
To my sweet friend, who is at the end of the road, I hope you know how much I always loved having you in my life. I was a very self-conscious, shy young girl but you made me laugh and never once made me feel like I was less than. You even made me think I was pretty. And that was no small feat.
I hope and pray, in these last days, you feel as fearless as you did roaming those dark streets at night with the wrecking crew.
What a time we all had…
For Ricky. Thanks for being my friend.