5th day – 361 days follow
35 Rain
Didn’t go to drill tonight as I am feeling pretty punk with the grippe.
Henry Jordan was buried today, he died Monday.
I have known Henry ever since I was a kid, and have liked and respected him all my life.
Sometimes I would see him two or three times a year, then sometimes not for a couple of years. Whenever we met, I always got a lot of pleasure listening to Henry tell me about his experiences as a young man.
Some of his stories are worth writing down if only to be saved. He was 87 years old and worked right up to this winter.
Arrowheads Up the Hill 