Harold L. First

As I look back over 50+ years of friendship with Harold, I can recall many talks, discussions and sometimes disagreements. One thing I will always remember is Harold, after a long weekend at the Chicago market, sleeping in his spray tractor at the end of a row near one of his orchards. Sometimes I'd honk and wake him so he could finish, other times I'd drive by and let him sleep. Rest in peace old friend, you have reached the end of the last row.