Joe, I remember the time that you lost Elly Mae in Nicholville, the fist fights we had as siblings growing up. The fishing, camping in the woods at Downs farm by the brook. My first time driving you home. The great times we had living in the Donavon house, the house under the Nicholville Bridge where little Gram lived later. Most of all I will remember the great times you and I had growing up and the great parties we had and fun times shared. Your easy going attitude and party on outlook, my big brother. I love you.