Bruce O. Yost Jr.

Thanks for being who you are, thanks for all the good times, I will miss you but you will always be in my heart!

Once upon a time, over 60 years ago, I met a young man named Bruce Yost. The family moved into the Westside neighborhood on Bridge St. He became my high school sweetheart, my best friend, my first love & the first boy to ever kiss me. And what a kisser he was!!! Bruce & his brother, Ken & cousin Dan were inseparable. Walking past their house you´d hear singing, laughing & guitars playing. It was almost like an invite to "Come on in & have a seat". He loved working on cars, especially his own....