Connie North
On my first visit to Dad's river property many years ago he offered to show me around the wooded, swampy 17 acres on his backhoe. As I climbed aboard he handed me a shotgun. Not sure what kind of swamp / river monsters lived out there but I was a little edgy for the rest of the tour. Wondering why he owned a backhoe? He and Babs built the 2 mile long dirt road that lead back to their home on the river. He had an amazing life and I'm going to miss him. Rest in peace; you've earned it. Love, Connie