Bub was more than my father-in-law. He was my Friend. I took his daughter and expected to live a life in shame, but he took me into his heart as another son. He became a part of our everyday life.

    We went many places together. First it was picnics, dinner, shopping, and dropping by unexpected with hamburgers, often to help me in whatever I was doing. I always thought he did all that to be closer to his daughter. That, of course, was true, but he also really liked me.

    When we wanted to buy our first home, he was there to help with the down payment, painting, roofing, yard work, a garage, digging under the house to make room for a furnace. Sometimes I thought he was a pest although I knew he did it all from his heart.

    I always knew I could tell him my wild ideas because he would find all the bad things that COULD go wrong. Many of my decisions in life were a result of his pessimisms.

    When we built the pet shop, he was there to help and many times offered loans and just wanted to be involved in our life. How could I ask for a better Friend? When we moved to the coast, he visited regularly. It was always a pleasure to see them coming down the driveway.

    He went on many Service Calls with me, soon learning how to set-up my Alignment gear. He carried cement bags, dug holes, ditches, and talked to the customers while I worked, then cleaned up when we were done. He always showed a great deal of interest in what I was doing. When we were down on our luck; he gave us their car.

    I remember one time after we bought the place we have now, he wanted to see the property lines. It's quite a climb, but he insisted. As we were busting our way through the brush, I realized a better Friend I couldn't have.

    For quite some time, he went to every Satellite Trade Show with us. We made many trips to Reno together and to Vegas. We went to L.A. to see Roy Lawson. We went to the Bahamas, to the Grand Canyon, Hawaii, and countless other places together. He was always ready to go at the drop of a hat. I noticed as time went by that he became a little slower, but he still wanted go. We would wait a little for him and make a few extra stops at restrooms. His health failed rapidly, but he still wanted to go. During the last weeks, he was thinking of coming to the coast again to visit.

    It doesn't sound like much, all these little things, but together they made one heck of a relationship between a man and his father-in- law, his Friend. I know he is now with those Friends who went before him and as soon as he says all his Hello’s, he will be back to check up on all of us. Someone who cares so much can't be far away.