Chris Cobb was a good friend of mine; I knew him for years. He was my friend and neighbor.
I would stop and visit and sell him firewood. He would always say, "Louie, I want you to go to heaven with me" and "How's the missus?"
When I get to heaven I will see my mother, father, my kids, relatives. Chris Cobb will be there writing scripture in the sand, and he will say, "How's the missus?"
I found Chris in the snow. I wonder sometimes why me?
Lewis N. Page Sr.