09.01.05
Oops!
One story of Lucas I remember was when he moved in with us. Hal and I were helping Lucas put this two mattresses, not bed, but two mattresses on the floor and Lucas said it was kinda hot in there. He went over to the window unit in his room but it wouldn’t come on for what ever reason. Lucas felt hitting the machine repeatedly should get things working. Low and behold after the 23 or 24 hit the window unit worked itself free and fell from the second floor to explode in many pieces. I was at the door and Lucas turned and looked at me wearing a t-shirt that was two sizes too small inside out and a pair of brown polyester pants with that classic look only Lucas could make with his mouth wide open and his eyes as big as baseballs. This was immediately followed by the laugh that was unique only to Lucas HEEE HEEEHUGHH.
Christopher Thames