Harry Kreps

The night before the 20th reunion in 1989, I met Ken at the Wigwam on Cedar Lane. We had a lot of catching up and talked and drank for hours. And we've been in touch ever since. I last spoke to Ken about a month ago, knew he was very sick, but he sounded good and said the next call would be his.

The memories of Whittier School boys, his basketball playing are a part of all of us who knew him.

I called him Blumenthal, he called me Kreps.

Peaceful journeys Blumenthal.

To the boys of Whittier School, who long ago played ball on those fields and shot baskets at those horrible metal backboards.  They were glorious afternoons.

And gone are, Glenn Davis, Evan Relkin, Jeff Tischler, and now Roger.

They were all there.

Those boyhood memories have stayed with me, though the only ball I’m playing these days is with my grandchildren. 

Oh boy, till the next game.