William D. "Red" Penn

Share memories of Red ? There are oh so many - where could one even begin? I can't imagine this place without him. He was such a fixture, such a character and so kind.

I remember Red insisting on helping me change an upper ball joint on my car in the parking lot of the Old Beech Inn. After telling me I was doing it all wrong he snatched the hammer and chisel right out of my hands and began a focused attack on the rivet's heads. He didn't miss once. Blow after repeated blow Red...