JoAnne Violet Boyd

It's a sad day when someone with a major influence on your life passes away. You know that the next part of their journey will be a blessing not only for them, but more so, for all the folks that have already arrived. I don't know that I ever referred to her as JoAnne, most likely Mrs. Boyd, your Mom or Rich's Mom. She raised a lot of boys, not just her own. But more of a pack of us that went to high school, played ball from St. Joes through Evergreen, ran track, 4 wheeled together or chased...