John Latimer was an amazing guy and a close friend. He let me ride my motorcycle in his dried-up corn field. I traded my revolver for his long-range walkie talkie. When driving our Explorers group down the icy street, he purposely spun around 360 degrees. He bought a small airport. He bought a motel at Soap Lake WA. And one day he and I went skin diving in Winters Lake near Sultan WA.
We both put on our face masks and flippers, found some large rocks too help us descend in the water, and swam down to the lake's weedy bottom. Then we looked at each other, and seeing our face masks and puffy cheeks, we both burst out laughing. Laughing is something you don't want to do twelve feet underwater.

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