A friend like Howard ~ October 27, 1994
David Heiller Every time I go to my hometown of Brownsville, I try to look up an old friend named Howard. Sometimes he is busy and we don’t see him. He is a truck driver, and his hours are always changing. Cindy and I always feel like something is missing on our trip to Brownsville when we don’t see Howard. And when we do see him, it makes our trip that much better. Howard and David (with our dogs Riley and MacKenzie) That’s the way it was last Friday afternoon. The first thing he said to me was how he had been thinking of me lately. He had re-read an old letter, and wondered if I ever found a tractor part for my Oliver 60 tractor. It felt good to know Howard had been thinking about me. We don’t write letters much. But I’ll find myself thinking about old friends like him every so often. It’s important to keep your friends in your thoughts, and good to know that they do the same. Howard told us how he has been laid up from surgery since May. Now he’s attending...