Thursday, December 1, 2016
Dear Huge's,
I've very sad to hear of your dads passing. I knew he was not in great health lately. I always loved your mom and dad they were really a great and fun couple. Way back in '60 or '61 when Grover was driving the milk truck he taught me not to chew tobacco when he was picking up milk at Andy Gatz's farm on Sweden Walker Rd. He gave me a small plug and told to chew until I had a lot of juice and when I had a moth full to nod my head and he would tell me where to spit. And just before I spit he slapped me hard on the back...and you I turned about 30 shades of green after swallowing some juice. I can still hear him laughing that great laugh he had. And of course his lesson was well learned as I never did chew.
And now he is with his dearest Ms. Ellie, probably laughing that laugh.
Best regards,
Steve
