Dear God that takes me back so many years.
The four of us in my motor home up to Canada. Going through Canada Customs at about 4 Am in the morning
.... 'You don't have any lickor on board????'
The four of us sat there as the thing got tossed. Custom Officer was about 5 foot tall in her boots, gun and all. Sooo disappointing when all she found was a couple of bottles of beer in the fridge. Not even fresh veggies (can't bring them in, so why even try?)
Thinking about the trip and Mark just a few days back. And his Dog, a Jack Russel' if memory serves. Don't remember how/where/when we met but do remember the first time we went fishing out of his boat. At that time my Yellow Lab was 'Sheba' and head out the back window and saw his dog .. (Roy) Bailed OUT out the window (never done that before) and off the two go chasing each other around his yard.
Two of us just stood there and laughed our self's silly. On the boat, and beach and the two were off like shots. 100 pounds trying to keep up with five?
At his funeral and every one's doing, can't remember the proper word, and I got up and talked about him and "Roy" on the river. Never had so many people come up and give me a hug before and after.
An extraordinarily good man in every sense.