Who would have believed that two mischievous boys, friends from the sixth grade could have done the things we have. I am the one in Ron’s story about the scuffle we had in his mothers kitchen and we knocked over a boiling pot of cabbage. Ron called me a fool and had a hard time accepting my reply that we were both fools in the court jester sense.

I appreciate all that he has done and the times he picked me up when I was down.

I have served the latter part of my life as a missionary to French world.

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