Except saying good bye to my beloved Carmella this year one of the toughest funeral I attended (and my baby sister when I was eighteen) was Jerry's. Jerry had the world by the tail. An architect, he branched into building contractor when ATMs became a "thing" and his little firm did tons of them when they were popping up everywhere in my neck of the woods. Jerry had the "Prarie dog " shooting rig for the Dakotas, he had the His and Hers Harleys (Carol was/is 5' nothing) he had his 100mph jet boat. He had a hankering to fly so he bought a Sirius. The crash is recorded in the files 15 or 20 years ago. JERRY MILLER nhtsa files.?
Jerry's bride frome the '60s Carol was devastated widow though tempting, not without resources.