we moved to lodge drive in Detroit sometime in 1971 with Norb, Susan and the "goirls" as our next-door neighbors. (our son Joe had a hard time with the word "girls"). Susan was the ball of fire and Norb was the steady one. We even shared a houseboat for a week on the trent-severn waterway outside Toronto. many great memories.
He always had a smile and a helping hand.
We fortunately stayed in touch through the years.
Norb loved to come up north for hunting camp. He really didn't hunt but he loved to walk the two-track roads, play cards and tell stories. We soon made him the PWO (permanent woodstove orderly). He would stack the wood and keep the fire going day and night. there was just something neat about heat from a wood stove. We missed him much the past couple of years.
We talked for over an hour the week before he died. He was so happy to be back in Michigan -- the polar vortex be dammed! He so wanted to be closer to his family and was looking forward to making it back to deer camp again. He repeatedly told us how wonderful his daughters had been to him and how lucky he was to have such a great family and good michigan friends despite his short escape to florida. I know he died happy.
save a spot for me, next to the great woodstove dear friend.
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