No fret, no sweat, no pain, no strain, Don. I find this kind of reminiscing conversation quite enjoyable -- though a wee bit less so now than before I lost several extra-special good fellow conversers to cancer, heart failure, murder, etc.
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<br>Somebody on TV the other night said that the worst thing about getting old was getting old -- nope -- the worst is getting old with so many cherished old friends no longer along on the same trip. Getting old in good company has many rewarding moments. I paused just now and jotted-down the names of those now gone who came immediately to mind, and I had nearly two dozen names as fast as I could write 'em down. Some would mean nothing to you, but you'll quickly recognize the names and imagine the voids left by several (e g, H P White, Elmer Keith, John Buhmiller, John Amber, Curt LeMay, Bill Ruger, Bob Milek, Bob Wallack, Bill Jordan, Walt Melander, Charlie O'Neil, Iver Henriksen, Don Martin).
