Last night, I dragged out that manuscript of poems John Mekeel gave me when i saw him on May 30, 2013. It's all handwritten so i have the only copy, so far as I know.
He wrote a lvely inscription:
Dear Larry - I'm writing this on the 33 into N.Y.B. (Hey, that rhymes! Future poem perhaps?:
I'm on my way to start a new friendship with an old friend. Can't wait to see how it turns out!
Could I have helped him by letting him move in? I will never know. Perhaps I would have been the victim, although I doubt it.
God have mercy on him is all that I ask.