Charles was a quiet but nice guy. Our dads worked together in the oil patch for many years. One night in 1975 while I was a Pampa police officer, I went on a shooting call and found Charles lying on the floor of his house with wound to his belly. I held him until the ambulanc arrived but it was too late. He was only 24 and it was such a shame.
I knew Charles from when we were little kids. My grandmother was good friends with his mama, and we used to go to their house a lot. He was a nice little boy, and I was so sad to hear when he died. He was so young, and he had a sweet little boy.
