Thank you, thank you everyone....
I've mentioned my brother on here from time to time. He drove a 1962 Austin Mini 850 from Massachusetts to Alaska and back in three weeks back in 1965, just after the big Earthquakes there. People still shake their heads in disbelief on that one. He's the same guy who had the 1959 Meisen Blue Speedster that got me hooked on these little cars before I even had a driver's license. He's one of the local guys who used to street race back in the '60's, narrowly avoiding capture/arrest by simply building cars and motorcycles that were faster than the cops. He's the guy who had been building and racing Snowmobiles since the 1960's and was helping a customer load his rebuilt sled into a trailer when he was hit by a massive heart attack, too great to recover from, and died right there.
This is his obit in the local news:
http://www.thedailygrafton.com/Articles-c-2011-05-14-77309.113122-Obituary-Raymond-Nichols-adventurer-school-bus-driver-grandfather.html
These things should never happen, but they do, and those left behind somehow find the strength to deal with it and somehow find some good to help us move forward, one step at a time. That's what makes us human.
Thanks for the thoughts, everyone. You folks are my second family and my escape from all this.
Gordon
