Roger, Roland, and I spent many days together growing up on Clarence and Ruby's farm on Center Rd.  The old John Deere was our friend.  We worked hard together cleaning out "Uncle George's barn" and ran from his angry bull as we crossed the open field.  Roland was, as usual, the better runner.

Roland and I played together on the HHS varsity football team ('59-'60).  As  half-back and tight end, Roland was a star, though he would never admit it.

Roland is our "star".  He taught us how to live and how to die.  "Though he would never admit it."  Thank you Roland, for being you.  Go in Peace.