Joyce and family, In the early years until our late teens, Don and I spent a lot of time together. We, along with my brother Ron, spent weekends at Earl and Juanita's farm. I spent weeks with him in Rock Island and a week fishing in Minnesota with Ruth and Melbourne. We cruised the town on Friday and Saturday nights in my 54 Ford convertible. I told him the punch line to a joke at the A&W just as he took a drink of root beer. He started laughing and sprayed the interior of my car with root beer. Took us an hour to clean it up! At that time, he was more like a brother than a cousin. He was always 'cousin' and I was always 'cuz'. I will miss my cousin. Garold Thomas