We knew it was coming, and it did. Brother in law Ned died yesterday. My poor sister has been fighting cancer with Ned for several years. Ned had motorcycle oil running in his veins. He spent many days sitting in his little shop restoring motorcycles. Way back Ned raced and rode with my brother Tom.
Kadizzle had six sisters, and Ned was determined to marry one of them. Strangely he ended up with Patty the last child in the family. They had two sons and a great run. Both like dogs, and they always had those damned yapping dogs. Ned had dated some of the older sisters. Long ago and far away Ned and a friend came rumbling up the road to the farm we used for a vacation place. Who in the hell is that Kadizzle wondered. Next the loud truck pulled right into the grass on the front yard. That guy has a lot of balls Kadizzle remembers thinking. Out popped Ned and his friend. It took awhile to figure out who they were. Kadizzle was there with Winky and Patty. Soon Ned and Patty hit it off, and the next thing you knew they were married living in Florida.
Ned was a good guy, and very sarcastic. Ned did not have a lot of tolerance for stupid people, and lord knows they are abundant. Patty and Ned ended up in Cottonwood. Patty has a nice travel van and hopefully she will come see us when things settle down. Of the nine children in our family five are left. The two oldest Tom and Melissa are still putting along in their eighties. Colin, Louise, Amy, and Kathaleen went on to the big house. Such is life
With Patty's problems Kadizzle has had to drive back and forth to Cottonwood from Payson. The trip goes faster listening to John Prine. If you have not heard John Prine, you better get with it. John Prine is a master of words and song.
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