Goodbye to old friends and old places.

When Larry came back from Viet Nam my dad took him and a few other of us to Michigan to go fishing and mushroom hunting.  Larry was rather nervous, understandable he had been wounded and was not quite on his feet yet.

This lake is one of the ones we fished in and many of the surrounding woods we hunted mushrooms. It was  a good time for all of us. A few other of the men were veterans and we could talk things over.

Larry died yesterday and I will miss him he worked with my dad as partners and beside all that he was a second cousin. He was always funny and did goofy stuff to make you laugh.

Keep your powder dry and your brushes wet.
Goodbye Old Friend!