Dean and I were brothers together in Holiday, Utah. Most of hia childhood wason the family farm of 5 1/2 acres. Just enough to have a couple cows and horses. There were chickens and fruit trees and a huge front lawn on Highland Drive. It was a place for a young boy to grow up. Oh, the stories we could tell. Dean was in his teens when I left home but restored our relationship later in life when he moved to California. There are some more stories we could tell as we enjoyed golf together and cards (Skipbo). I am missing him nearly ever day. He became a real part of my life together with Linda.