A year ago we lost one of our close friends to liver cancer. He was such a large presence in our lives that it was heart-rending to watch his decline. He deteriorated from a dancing, drinking, partying jokester to an old man who could barely walk or talk. We have wonderful memories of weekends at his farm. No one was more generous and everybody was welcomed to his home any time of the day or night. If he was invited out, he never arrived empty handed---the little red cooler always came along. We miss dancing in the basement, potlucks in the kitchen, bean bags in the yard. In other words, we miss our friend and so does the VFW. Rock on, Carl!
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