I remember the pinewood derby we carved. It was light in the front and kept flipping, but had the potential to be a winner.
I remember the train around the christmas tree, where you would put a cigarette in the top to make the smoke.
I remember deer spotting on a hot summer’s night with the family.
I remember, in the height of the UFO craze, piling all the kids into the car and following the strange lights in the sky - all the way to the airport.
I remember cold winter nights working on my beat-up old car so that I could get to work the next day.
I remember cold beer when I came home from college.
I remember so many things about my father, who lost his struggle with emphazema just after 11:00 AM December 3rd 2003 and is now at peace. Rest easily now Dad, you’ve earned it.