....and how we went round and round about his eyesore broke down boat lift. Well....He died today.
Steve and I had become good friends and I really feel bad about this. When his daughter gave me the news I actually teared up and had to fight not to cry. Doctors should have known he was to sick and out of shape to do open heart surgery.
In memory of hoarder who was a really nice guy. This is Steve fishing on the dock I built for him.
Rest in peace my friend....