Papa and Maury

Papa’s pal Maury Thomas

Maury started doing jobs for father and ended up being a best pal.

He and wife Coleen helped us out a lot as we tried to close up the

family house at Platte Lake after both parents had died.

They were our only advocates when we lived too far away to manage things.

It’s wonderful to see them although I have some jealousy they look the same

as they did 7 years ago when last we met. And all those great grands!

Of course Maury insisted Skip take some of his smoked salmon,

recently caught in Lake Michigan. They have a chipmunk-trapping cage

filled with tasty morsels in the garage. Chipmunks are let out and come

back when they want food. The garage is saved from their marauding.

Best of luck with back surgery next week, Maury.

Down Deadstream Road a bit to the former Myers family vacation home,

built in the 1920s on 200 feet of pristine lake front.

It was razed in the 60s and a full time place replaced the orginal. We knew the

owners were away and roamed free until a voice boomed “Can I help

you?” Thus we met the very cool neighbor and had a good chat, agreeing

on things I can’t mention here, things which explain why we never met

him in the 5 years he lived next door before father died. Home owners

and neighbor are also friends of Maury and Coleen. It was all quite

reassuring. Important things endure.