My best friend during childhood was:

Charlie Casey, during the Korean War he had a brother that got killed. Charlie lived in the next house up the street, he tried to teach me how to read, he could read at a really young age. His father was a bookkeeper, a big guy. He owned an old Hudson truck, I used to help him fix the engine. After his brother died they got some money from the service, they bought a house out on Washington Avenue and I didn't see him much after that. His father had an old train set we would play with. Charlie was a good friend, after we separated, he went his way. He moved away about ten I think. Ten years old.