1944

Too late now, for the supply is exhausted, but if your spouse and descendants have clamored to see your name in print, they shoulda scanned the famous Fritz Hier prose collection, lovingly and meticulously compiled by Bob Harris and Beatrice. It's a total winner. I haven't counted but will bet that three-quarters of us are mentioned. For example, your loving and meticulous correspondent inadvertently omitted Bob Eshbaugh from a North Carolina column a couple of years ago. Been trying to contact him ever since. Having no luck, I turned to Fritz. Lo and behold, there are four Eshbaugh items beginning in November 1969 with a reviewof Bob's Florida Telephone Cos. career. By April 1974, he was VP for engineering and rated a mention in an item about Streeter dorm roomie Bill Hufstader. Three years later Fritzs call was answered by Bob's wife, who reported plans for a hideaway in Tennessee. In September 1986 Fritz reported that Bob had "dialed out five years ago" and the Volunteer State retreat had been abandoned in favor of western North Carolina where, as Fritz put it, "the Granny Squirrel and Snowbird mountains meet."

On the topic of counting, Bob and Bea Harris had a golfing tour of Scotland during July 2002. Bob revealed (not in confidence,you can bet) that he shot a 91 on the Old Course at St. Andrews.

Bob Eshbaugh and Kay, she reports, enjoy life via the endless process of tending to house and grounds and spending winters in Florida. They live near Andrews in Cherokee County.

In the 1970s a Cherokee County woman left her estate to God. The court issued a summons and the sheriff tried to serve it. Eventually he filed a report that: "After due and diligent search, God cannot be found in Cherokee County."

As close as I could come to former Cadillac dealer Huff Hufstader, see above, was to leave a voice mail greeting for him at home in San Diego.

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