A final goodbye to my Uncle Roscoe who died last week at the age of 94. He was insatiably curious and would grill me on my travels and local politics. He never talked much about the War, even though he was in the D Day landings building Bailey bridges for the engineers. He took us out to the sugar bush to collect sap to make maple syrup (with his best friend Harris and a team of horses). He let us "help" with the haying and hang out in the barn. He was a wickedly fast euchre player and a whiz at crokinole. A good life, well lived.