“Grab your coat,” Dad said. It was late. Something was wrong at the Keeners’– our neighbors, our friends.
Today’s story is from Gordie Zeigler.
We climbed into our pick-up and raced to their farm. I was 10, excited, nervous and scared.
Dad was an intense guy—about people, work, whatever was part of his immediate sphere. He dove in when needed. He gave it all that he had.