There are no friends like the ones you have when you are twelve and Sal was the best of childhood friends. He laughed more, ran faster, worked harder, and took wiffleball more seriously than anyone I've ever met. I learned things from Sal...always run when your mother calls and when the bluefish are feeding, look behind you before you cast or you'll hook someone's ear (his ear/my pole), when the boy on the roof with a bucket of tar tosses it down and says "catch"...don't (what a mess!)and don't swim in the ocean in your jeans, they weigh you down...he dragged me out plenty of times.
My best childhood memories are from Riverview Road and Sal is center stage in all of them.