Richard Hughes

I love you, Dad! I will always remember the November hunting trips and staying at Alan´s farm and playing cards with the grown ups. You let me stay up and watch HBO, after hours, with the promise never to tell mom (sorry mom). You always made us laugh, tolerated my Star Wars addiction, and your accuracy for road signs over the top of the cab was unmatched. I will always look for that red, northern glow in the sky every Christmas that you convinced me was Santa´s sleigh.