Richard Simpson

My dad was a smart man. Probably too smart for his own good. He worked for the government painting submarines in his early years. He was always proud of everything I did. My favorite memory is when went to the forest. He climbed up the trees to cut fresh mistletoe. We filled up 5-gallon buckets of mistletoe and then trimmed it down to sell as a fundraiser for our Girl Scout troop. We also went to the forest to cut down our own Christmas tree. He taught me about different types of rocks & astronomy. Now every time I look at the stars, I think of him.