Stan gave us a present for his birthday yesterday. He brought all his friends together, gave them beautiful weather, unwrapped presents of music, memories, laughter and tears. We remembered his life with hugs and kisses and stories and songs. We celebrated him in a way he would have embraced and treasured. Some gave him the last buck they'll ever have to... with a smile and a wipe of their sleeve across their cheek. Others recalled his cocky arrogance that went hand in hand with his giant and giving heart. He gave us friendship and we embraced that spirit with vigor and shared it with all the friends we hold so dear in his memory yesterday. What sprinkled from those Boston Red Sox("Sox, you're breakin' my heart") tube socks now mixes with the waters of Grand Lake and Tommy Tyson and Danny Weeks and the flowers and the tears for them all. As Laurenska recalled..."this is truly a beautiful place to live, but it's not the beauty of the mountains, streams and wildflowers that keep us here, it's the beauty we find in the friends we have made that make this the best place in the world to live!" Thank you my friend for a day to remember.