Alright, let’s yak about this fella, Larry Spicer. Don’t know him from Adam, but the internet, that thingamajig my grandkids are always fiddlin’ with, coughed up some stuff. So, here we go, tryin’ to make sense of it all, like sortin’ beans from rocks.
Seems like there’s a whole bunch of Larry Spicers out there. Like weeds in a cornfield, they are. Plenty of ’em. This one fella, born way back in 1938 in Iowa. Imagine that, Iowa! His daddy was Clarence, and his ma was Carol. Probably good, God-fearin’ folk, I reckon. That Larry, he’s long gone now, rest his soul.
Then there’s another Larry Spicer, the basketball player. Big fella, 6 foot 8! That’s taller than my barn door! Played for Baylor and UAB, whatever them places are. Got drafted by the Milwaukee Bucks way back in 1979. Bucks, huh? Like them deer that eat my garden. He didn’t stick around in the NBA for long though. Now, where he ended up, Lord knows.
- Born a long time ago.
- Played basketball, real tall fella.
- Didn’t stick around in that basketball thing.
And wouldn’t you know it, there’s more! Another Larry Spicer, this one shuffled off this mortal coil just recently, in 2024. Poor soul was only 65, young enough to be my son. Lived in a place called Pembroke. Never heard of it. They said he had a “kind heart.” Well, that’s somethin’ nice, ain’t it? A kind heart goes a long way in this world. Too many mean-spirited folks around these days, if you ask me.
Now, this here internet thing also talks about some Larry Spicers on somethin’ called LinkedIn. Sounds fancy. Said there’s more than 20 of ‘em! Must be a popular name, like John or Mary. They use it to “exchange information and ideas.” Sounds like a whole lot of gossipin’ to me. Folks always like to stick their noses in other folks’ business.
And hold on to your hats, there’s even a Larry Spicer who wrote a book! Called “Invisible Banking.” Now, what in tarnation is that about? Sounds like somethin’ them city slickers would cook up. Probably got all sorts of fancy words and complicated ideas. I bet it wouldn’t make a lick of sense to me. But hey, good for him, I guess. Always good to see someone usin’ their brain for somethin’ other than watchin’ that boob tube.
This internet thing is a real mixed bag, ain’t it? You got dead Larrys, basketball Larrys, writer Larrys, and a whole mess of LinkedIn Larrys. It’s enough to make your head spin like a weathervane in a tornado. But I guess that’s the world for ya. Full of all sorts of people, doin’ all sorts of things. And some of ‘em just happen to share a name.
Now, there was a mention of some other fellas named Larry somethin’ too. A Larry David, who made some TV show. And a Charlamagne somethin’ or other, liked that hip-hop music. Kids these days and their noise! But they ain’t Spicers, so I ain’t gonna waste my breath on ‘em. This here is about Larry Spicer, or rather, all them Larry Spicers.
So, what have we learned? Well, not a whole heck of a lot, to be honest. Just that there are a bunch of fellas named Larry Spicer, and they’ve all done different things with their lives. Some played ball, some wrote books, some just lived their lives and then passed on. Just like folks everywhere, I reckon. Born, live, die. That’s the way of it.
And that’s about all I got to say about Larry Spicer. Or Larry Spicers, I should say. A whole bunch of ‘em, like grains of sand on the beach. Can’t keep track of ’em all, and frankly, don’t much care to. Got my own garden to tend to and chickens to feed. But it was somethin’ to do, passin’ the time talkin’ about these Larry fellas. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got chores to do.
