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l spent the winter of 78 there. I had become part of an EMS crew in Paw-Paw,

Michigan, that Artic Winter; it seemed we had more heart attacks three or four times a
day. Farmers that lived a quarter mile off main roads with driveways just as long.
Our ambulance had to follow snowplows to get to patients' drives. Snowshoes
were required; if lucky, we might have a snowmobile on wait for us, a few times with a
sled to transport the patient back to the ambulance.

Thank the good Lord, spring finally came, and I was planning to leave for Denver.
I called Kris, and he said I had a place to stay. One of my neighbors' teenage boys had
a new Z-28. He always zoomed down our street at 50 mph., and the speed limit posted

at 20. The tragic day came when he struck my boy Duffy and killed him. Three days
later, I was out of there. I left all things I could not pack in the car and just left. Going
just may have saved that boy's life.

Now back with my brother, my friend. He informed me that he was moving to
Midland, Texas, to work in Oil fields and wanted me to travel with him on this new
adventure. We would be staying with the Glover family, the mother, and dad of a
girlfriend that Kris had once dated. She passed away in a car accident. From what I
remember, she was on her way to meet Kris at the Streit Ranch when she hit a patch of
ice and went down a steep embankment—many hours had passed before she was
discovered.

Mr. And Mrs. Glover welcomed us both with open arms. They treated us as
family members, so very loving they both were. They loved Brut and Brandy as if they
were their own.

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