My two favorite Harry stories both took place when we lived in Charlotte, only a couple of months apart.  He was planting a flowering shrub next to the back door and accidently chopped the telephone line in two with the post hole digger.  The best part was when he told me to call the telephone company (this was in the 70's - no cell phones!).  My other favorite story was a Sunday morning at breakfast.  Both his parents and mine had come up for the week-end.  We were all sitting at the dining room table having breakfast when I saw my car rolling down the drive-way.  I looked around and asked who was in my car and Harry jumped up, made a bee line for the back door, ran down the drive, jerked the door open and managed to stop the car.  Scott, who was four at the time, was behind the wheel.  He had let off the emergency brake!  I don't believe I ever saw Harry move quite that fast before or after!  I still remind Scott of that.

My favorite Harry story was when we lived on the same street in Charlotte, NC.  We discovered this several weeks after we moved. Harry, I and another neighbor took a trip to the outer banks with my boat.  We spent a day fishing offshore in Wilmington, NC where we caught a fair number of Mackerel.  We left and took the ferry across to Ocracoke Island, then set up our camp.  We had brought all the comforts of home, a very large tent, a shelter tent, folding table and several coolers of ice.  We looked like the circus.  That evening Harry starting cooking the fish and hushpuppies.  We had enough food for several dozen. So, we invited our neighbors to join the feast.  One young couple had spent the summer there and didn't buy ice because it cost too much.  Harry fed the masses.  When we were cleaning up, Harry said, "If I had had more bread, I could have started a movement."