Tuesday, April 1, 2014
I have had the privilege of knowing John for 30 years. He was like a second father to me. John took me in and treated me like one of his own. He told me when he was proud of me and wasn't afraid to chew my butt when I needed it. I miss the long talks we used to have when he came off the road and the comfort of knowing he was always there for me if I needed him. I love ya John, take care of granny up there.
