Tuesday, November 20, 2018
I have memories of dancing in the rain, beside a campfire, at the fair, and in a lot of bars. Memories of kayaking, Berwick and its people, the Powder Hole. He was my fishing buddy, my partner in crime. He taught me about playing the horses and when we lost, he showed me how to have a blast on just a tank of gas. Rest in peace, my fellow traveler. I will always cherish our time together.
