Abram, the kiln hanger. Elena and Sarah, my teammates on the table. John, the sometimes boat driver and often primer. Jakie and his other siblings running around laughing as we all worked. Rain, shine, thunder, fog, we worked in it all. I have such fond memories of your family. You all had such a good sense of humour and were such a pleasure to work with, those seasons of tobacco harvest on John Wise Line, also known as County Road 45. So sorry to read about the loss of your patriarch, Abram. Good memories of you all.