In to each life some rain must fall, but when Nels entered a room, it was always sunny. Who could forget the bad Irish jokes, the impromptu poetry, and spontaneous performances of the numerous parts he played in community theater.
Nels was still at NJ Bell when I met him as part of the Public Relations Society of America NJ Chapter. And, when he retired there I made it my mission to not let talent go to waste and put him to work part time in my own PR firm. He recited original poetry at our wedding and, on my 50th birthday, shortly after purchasing a "farm house" (it was actually just a house in the country) I was blessed with a Runger rendition of "Old McBerry had a farm." Nels and Peg spent many a Thanksgiving dinner at that "farm" and we, in turn, celebrated Easter with them in Yardley. The memories will never fade as is appropriate for a man who provided so many of them for so many people.