Three Beautiful Things 03/21/18: Garage Door Fixed, Yakkin' with Diane, RIP: Vandal Great Jerry Hendren

1. Contractor Shawn needs to be able to easily get into and out of garage where he is storing supplies for the remodel he will be doing in April at both our house and at Christy and Everett's next door.  The fact that our garage door would not close using the remote presented a problem, so Shawn called Silver Valley Doors to come over and see if Paul could fix it. He did. He found a faulty wire, fixed it, and the door works great. He also serviced the door, lubing and greasing it, so now it goes up and down much more quietly, and he replaced the burnt out light bulbs so that lights come on in the garage when we open the door and drive into the garge.

2. Diane Trecker came over later in the afternoon to give the work Shawn did in our kitchen a look. She just bought a house in Kellogg and has great plans for a remodel and is considering hiring Shawn. Diane just moved to Kellogg in January.  It's getting unreal, in the best way possible, that so many of us from the KHS Class of 1972 live in the Kellogg area or else live a short distance away in the Coeur d'Alene or Spokane areas. Diane and I had a great visit here at the house and decided to take our conversation uptown for a couple of beers at Radio Brewing. What once would have been a conversation that might not happen for another year, our conversation today felt like the next in a series of conversations about writing, reading, travel, remodeling, family, and other topics that can happen frequently now that we both live in Kellogg.

3. Through text messages, Byrdman, Stu, and I marveled at the great college football career of the University of Idaho's Jerry Hendren. He played from 1967-69 and was the nation's top receiver his senior year. Jerry Hendren died on February 26 at age 70. It was fun to remember how superbly he played. I'm not sure about this memory, but I'm going to write it and see if anyone responds. I remember going to the North Idaho Sports Banquet in the spring of 1970 in CdA with Byrdman and Mike "Lew" Borden. Each year, the sportswriters of North Idaho awarded -- and maybe still do --  the player of the year and remember Jerry Hendren winning that award and remember seeing him accept the trophy (or whatever he won) and the size of his hands astonished me. If I'm making this up or fantasizing, I'll own up to it, but, as of right now, the memory of being a sophomore at KHS and getting to attend this banquet with two seniors, with two great friends. stands out to me.