Gary

Church was going downhill, fast...so you got out, fast. On your last Sunday, you and your wife were going to be in the commons, we members of the congregation were supposed to go bid you farewell. I wanted to go and tell you how much all those summers of Psalty the singing songbook and hotdogs in 110 degree heat really meant to me, but I didn't. You really sang just like the Psalty on the tapes. You'll be missed.