I was just sitting here thinking how as I get older my memory gets worse, but now that Dale is gone my memory of him is very sharp and I keep thinking of him and how much I miss him even though we did not see much of each other much in later years. I think that God is so great to allow us to do this.
During the years in Norwalk as Bruce said we took a trip to the East every summer. It was always by car and we took different routes. Dale, Bruce and I had pea shooters and would shoot split peas at the road signs and read the road signs out loud. Berma Shave. HA! One time we stayed in a wigwam motel. Dale put on his Roy Rogers out fit and fought the indians. He just loved that outfit and it went every place he did.
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