Jul 30
3 min read
Farewell, Wally Cleaver
And thanks for being the not-so-perfect older brother
When I heard you died, Wally, it was like my big brother had passed. I was an only child, but from 1957 to 1963, you were my surrogate older brother. I imagined you being the brother who could rescue me from bullies and help me solve everyday problems. You had common sense and wisdom because you had been through the kid stuff. If I…
