My "older" brother and I went fishing the other day, taking his "Green Turtle" side by side on a bumpy road up American Fork Canyon where it is reported that money mongers want to connect the beauty of Mother Nature to the jet set folks on the other side. It was a long trip, but exciting to be outside without city folks trying to pass us. As we fished and spoke we thought of how many of us "old geezers'" were still kicking. Hal is the Juab High Class of 64, and like each of the classes back then, we were family with the other students. Juab County has outgrown the capacity of rural towns, but many politicians have the addiction for more money, and without working for it. I was excited to hear that he and the remaining members of his boyhood friends or all getting together and heading for Branson, Missouri. Each of the guys are taking their wives, and the widows of their childhood forever buddies. Hal had no tears when I told him that Lawrence Welk was no longer alive. We laughed as the only time of the week we were forbidden to intervene with TV was Saturday night when Lawrence would pop the cork of his Champagne glass and have old folks music that only now we enjoy. They will enjoy the theaters lined up to entertain and they may even see the Titanic, which somehow got lost in the Ozarks. I pay tribute to this gang from the Class of 64 so they can all pay tribute to the other classmates who have taken the sublime ride through the puffy clouds above us. Chopper and Scott will be with you all.
That will be so fun for all of them.
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