Wednesday, July 6, 2022
Mr. Knorr's son, Scott, was my best friend in childhood. I remember Mr. Knorr as a friendly man who sometimes played baseball with us and who was friends with my father, the pastor of the church he attended. I remember after we had moved (1969) from the Poconos and my family came back the following year Mr. Knorr gave us a great big greeting when we stopped in at Brock's Pharmacy. Rest in peace my friend. I hope you are with Scott right now talking baseball...
