Well old timer, I've been remembering. When we were both young and stupid we founded the high lite tree service with one small chain saw, a borrowed climbing belt, a 1937 chevy flatbed, and a box of matches. Neither of us was yet 20 years old, but we thought we could make lots of money. Nancy was dubious, Joyce was certain we would be killed. We would top or cut down offending Eucalyptus trees all around Yoruba Linda. And we did. We dropped them on the corners of garages, into swimming pools, across telephone lines, and terrified dogs for blocks around. Then we sold soap and mops, door to door for the Fuller Brush Company. I bet Danny remembers the pep rallies held in your kitchen in Whittier. We had three territories for just the two of us, and we were good at it...because you took one side of the street and I took the other, we would not quit until we had knocked on 50 doors, or each sold $100 in products, or it was past 9pm. Friday afternoon, everything was delivered to Nancy, and we would be up all night putting each order in a sack, to be delivered the next day. You and Nancy had Dan, Anna, and Joy. Then you went to Craig, and we lost contact for years. Then one day I was driving an 18 wheeler and showed up at your door. So for the next decade or two we cleaned up your side yard, found your garage floor, put together what would be Wilderness Trails, and planted a peach and pear tree. At one point Nancy took me aside and said that she appreciated stuff I did, but every time I show up, you spend too much time doing other stuff with me to the detrimate of your regular duties. Then your Ham radio came and your roof array would have made Putin envious. And on and on. Well, you did make 80 years, not by much. I still have about 14 months to go, but at this point probably will make it. I imagine that after the appropriate celestial and familial greetings you will look up our guardian angels, and then of course Henry Ford. So, goodbye old pal, keep the light on for me.
Sadigue (Gary)