Friday, September 13, 2024
One time when we were on our 40 acres up north, Buck came up on his motorcycle to visit Arlene, his daughter, and all of us. We needed to go to the store so Buck said to me "hop on the motorcycle and we'll go". Well, the radio was blaring, the wind was blowing, and we were singing; it was the best ride I ever had. He was a great father, grandfather, and son. He will be missed.
