Thursday, April 16, 2020
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I remember the turtle neck dickies he would wear in grade school. I remember the fort in the yard of the house he grew up in. I remember riding the motor less go cart down the hill front of his house. And unsuccessfully trying jump the ditch. Bad choice. I was with Ned building the Goldkist pork farm in the summer of 1979. We learned about true thirst drinking tainted water from the well. I remember much. Goodbye Ned and God bless you.
