May God bless you and your...
All my memories of Gary are good ones. I think of him every year when I get the fly rod out, and I think of him when I hear a morning dove in the morning, because growing up we had morning doves around Carey Street in the early 60's, and I would hear them in the mornings while I was hitting stones into the woods with a whiffle bat, waiting for Gary to show up. We would go chipmunk hunting with our bb guns, dig a hole out in the sandy field across from Gary's house and call it a fort. We...
May 28, 2020


