I remember Hensley Dabner well, partly because I also knew his mom and stepfather. His mother did our laundry for a while. My mom had fallen down our basement steps and reinjured an old chest wound from TB, resulting in a hospital stay of 1 1/2 years! When she did get back home, she was too fragile to do the laundry so we outsourced it to Mrs. Dabner.
Hensley had a good sense of humor, but at this late date (he died many years ago) I cannot recall specifics. I can bring him to mind and remember what he looked like, so he's still in the sasha.
Hensley was our football friend during our Sophmore year. Always good natured and we all loved having him around. During that first Fall season, Hensley was taken to DMH where he was to undergo treatment for throat cancer. At that age most of us knew nothing about cancer or the serious nature of the prognosis A group of teammates met briefly with Hensley in the hospital and we never saw him again. For me, it opened my eyes to the fraility of human life-never forget it. Hensley was our friend.