Roger, Roland, and I --cousins each of the same age within a year -- spent many summer days as kids on Clarence and Ruby's Farm. Not only did we dig deep into George Cogswell's 8 foot manure pile years in the making, sweating together to make a dent in its removal, we took a break to walk the pasture nearby only to be chased by George's ornery bull. Roger and Roland laughed hilariously as I was trapped in a tree with the bull pacing around it for hours. Roland and I were on the same Hastings Senior Varsity Football team in '59 and '60, Roland as a "star" half-back and I a grunt left guard. We beat Greenville and our "cousin" Louis Feldpausch, son of Herman Feldpausch, my grandfather. Roland and I both tried to protect Roger from all the girls chasing him in high school, to no avail. Roger was the handsome one, Roland the athlete, and I the nurd. Shortly before Feb. 20, on his trip to Florida to retrace his steps with Jan to Key West, Roland and his faithful canine friend, Millie, were considering stopping by to see us here in Boston, but Millie wanted to get home and my wife, Mary, was ill. Roland, we miss you dearly. We remember your story of Jake the Rancher and the importance of prayer daily. Thank you for sharing with us and staying by us now.