Thanks Ron, for never forgetting. I'm up in Northfield this week, I will be stopping by the cemetary to remember Marty today. It's nice to sit in this house and think about the times we all had here growing up. To think about Marty, helping our Dad build this place from a summer cottage into a 4 bedroom house. I wonder which nails he drove, which rocks in the yard he shoveled out of the hole that is now a basement. There's even a bullet hole in the living room wall, that's a story for another time... I have an airplane in the attic that Marty was building when he was in Vietnam, some day I will finish it for him, and hang it from the ceiling to remember him by. I wish he was here to build it with me, but he isn't, so I will carry on. I won't forget how he might have wanted it done though, it was his and he deserves that. Never forget.

Here's to Marty, Robert, Billy and Eddy.