Okay I totally just B.usted O.ut L.aughing. Your friend, Larry, from Lockheed came the day after you passed away. He had the horrible task of cleaning out your locker. Poor guy! Wouldn't you know it - a bible! He wanted me to know you were the first to get on the fuselage and the last to quit; that was your work ethic. But nothing motivated you more than getting home to me. When that whistle blew you ran down the corridor every single day. You never told me that, silly man!