Today, like most days, I was driving  from one customer to another ..... figuring out how to sell another load of feed  when the cell phone rang.  Now cell phones in rural Kansas are barely  a step above smoke signals on a windy day ... so if it DOES ring you stop  as soon as possible or you loose the signal.
 As it so happened, the nearest stop to  get off the highway happened to be the driveway of an old  country cemetery.  Well after the call was over, curiosity got the  best of me so I stepped from the car and began to look through the headstones at  dates and names.  Being somewhat of a history buff .. I enjoy visualizing  what the "era" would have been like for the person that is eternally  resting under the headstone.
 There weren't a whole lot of headstones  in this .... almost forgotten country graveyard ... but a few were large and  sculptured ... some just more or less markers of the grave.  Some were  affectingly marked as "Mother" or "Father" ... a few said "infant son/daughter  of ...."  The headstones told little of the persons life, primarily only  the date of birth and death .... that is except for "George  Pruitt".
 Now I never knew George Pruitt ...  according to the date on his headstone, he died some 30+ years before I was even  born.  But I wish I had known him, for on his tombstone was written  ..
 George Pruitt
 1853 - 1919
 As a neighbor ...  commendable
 As a friend ...  trustworthy
 As a father ...  honorable
 As a husband ...  admirable
 What more could any man wish to be said  of his life.
 Dennis