It all began the day that Rick brought home his friend named Jon. I instantly fell in love with the boy who always, always referred to me as Mizz. Brown. I then met his mother, who became my friend and confidant for over forty-five years. I treasured our friendship because there was nothing we could not share.and share we did. Herb was nearly as dear to me as he was to her. I will never, never forget all the times we shared. Good or bad, they both were always there for me. This may sound weird but I know that they are with Joe. The boys are fishing and my dear Phyllis is carrying the equipment. My love to you all, and remember I am always here for you.