I have a good friend, Dwight Scott, who moved high up in Michigan, who I'll probably never see again. It hurts him to be in a car long, so Ohio is to far now. I can never be gone from the farm long, because of the animals, so I can't travel that far. He moved close to 3 years ago. We talk probably 6 or 8 times a year still.

Dwight raised a great many of the mountain lions, which were used to restock the Pacific North West. He raised other big cats, loads of rare livestock and rare pheasants too. He's a stout, loyal, Grizzly Adams looking, cantankerous old fart, who's not afraid to knock a crook or an idiot on their rear ends. I miss him and his lady, Cindy, who is a goat guru and vet tech.

Keith

When you have only 10 or 15 years of life left, I turned 60 this year, you start to look at life differently. Living every day like it may be your last is best because it just may be.