I don’t know the year, but I remember the time. We had been in our new building for a few years when the big guy showed up. He met with an old friend, Richard Coon. Richard was struggling with cancer and had diminished in size so when he met with this new Richard, they seemed quite the odd couple. They were soon Bigread more...
November 21, 2014 I remember when I first met him. It was shortly after I moved over to our present location. He would come in and meet with another friend of mine, Richard Coon. Richard was the retired Vice Principal of Bend High and a friend of many years. They soon became Big Richard and Little Richard to me. read more...
Time is a precious thing. A minute or so either way can make a huge difference. I was reminded of that on Saturday as I prepared to venture over to Eugene to join an old friend at the Duck game. I lingered a bit in the office talking with my son, Casey before I left. I was going to drive to the game and then afterwardsread more...
