I met you too late to know you so few years, but they are memorable. I hear your voice telling me your many stories about life with your family...life in Tampa. I was hoping you were going for a score of 100, but you left the game early. Well, I have your Jr. Hi woodworking project. I can visit you each time I touch it. Your hands cut, glued, screwed, sanded and finished every part. I suppose that if God ever needs another Ark, you can build it. Bye Dad. The pleasure was mine. Missing you, but never forgetting one so unforgettable.
Ron