Tag Neun.                They Haven't Thrown Me
                                        Out of the Car Yet

I am so greatful for the opportunity to spend a remarkable week with my big brother, who mentioned over a beer this was a chance to get to know me. I didn't realize I was a mystery because I have always known exactly who my brother Bill is. He is the kid in the coonskin cap and the brave warrior. Bill is that guy that brags about his children, their spouses and his grandchildren. All are loved and respected for who they are. Bill glows when he talks about Helen, his love forever.
Travelling with my brother requires vigilance however because he is often found trailing behind us, shaking the hand of a fellow vet, another brother......

Steven Quam, a Viking type, who I can make laugh by NOT trying to be funny or annoying while still feeling like I am annoying. He is an example of calm dignity and can tell one heck of a good firefighter story across the diner table and we ate in a lot of diners. A life of service. Glad you my cousin.

Teri Ann, I love you so much. We all, all of us now reading these entries, all our ancestors that came before us and laid the trail for us and all of us that will follow, owe you so very much for putting random ideas into a successful adventure. You have organized and documented and brought life to The Herrold Story.
You are a master at colorcoding. Please colorcode my life.

Honorable Mention: Thank you to Marc, who held down the fort while I was adventuring.

                                     Great Blessings!