HP told me he thought he was on his last trip. 86 and he knew the ride does not last forever.
HP also led an interesting life. He grew up in Minnestota and was in an internment camp during WW2. Upon his release, he traveled west to California to pick fruit in the Central Valley. Through a lot of hard work and sweat, he saved enough to by a little piece of land. By the time I met him, he owned a large farming venture that raised fruit and leased it out. The cases of fruit brought aboard the Shogun by HP and his friends were passed around and shared by all.
HP was also a voracious reader and would often show intrest in whatever others happened to be reading. He carried a little notepad in his top pocket and would write down facts and things that interested him to research later.
HE LOVED TO FISH and always seemed to be hooked up. I am so fortunate I had the oppertunity to meet and share the rail with HP on two trips. He will be missed by many.