Ken Farmer
My fondest memory of Norm, my first cousin, was when he flew me back from Richfield, Utah to Salt Lake City in a single engine plane. I was perhaps 14. He even let me fly it. When we were slightly off course, he would point his finger to the left or right, and I would respond accordingly. After getting back to the airport, he drove me to his parents’ house, where I was staying with my family, in his yellow Porsche. Needless to say he didn’t let me drive it, unlike the plane. I enjoyed spending time with Norm whenever I would visit Salt Lake area as an adult. He truly was a unique individual: highly intelligent, impeccably organized, and well versed whether the topic be politics, religion, travel or woodworking. I enjoyed his company and will miss him greatly. Our family will not be the same without him.