Boy, ain't it the truth.
Proves that life is short, and gets darn shorter as the days pass.
I miss my shooting buddy, Bob Gallant, from here in Rapid City. We used to travel in his huge motorhome. What fond memories. Never met anyone who didn't really like Bob and his hospitality. The mhome was always open for a cup of coffee or beer.
His untimley death and his wife, Rita's, returning from a shoot where I was supposed to be driving, (semi hit their motorhome outside Kingman,AZ), kinda put the end to my competitive shooting.
Think of them often, as I do of Pat. Pat and I had some great phone and email conversations.
Whiz