Jan. 15, 2009 I have been asked to read these words on behalf of the family. Grandpa Beaver. Dad. Uncle Bill. Fremont. William F. Beaver. Bill. Awesome Bill Beaver. Sweet William.  This is the multi-faceted man we are here to remember and say goodbye to. A man of many

Sometime in 2003 Can’t sleep. Too hot. Mosquito in apartent. Friend Carolyn sleeping on couch. Not tired. Might’ve dozed for an hour—exciting day. Power failed about 4 p.m. Enjoyed being out and about in the neighborhood—local people milling about, workers from the city streaming home

Saturday March 10, 2007 Got up around 7:30—typical for me now—and decided to take a short drive before spending a day on Carolyn’s boring pharmaceutical website project. Not a complaint about Carolyn: it’s just the nature of these pharma projects. Grew into a long drive

Monday January 1, 2007 10:47 AM Just up. To sleep about 4 a.m. Partying with B.J. and Rachel, along with their visitors Wes and Dallas and their three kids, a family from N. Carolina. Nice people. He a cop, she a former cop and now a paralegal,

Written Sunday, December 3—Power outage Friday night. Was watching TV, noticing the cable signal freezing a lot. I shut down and unplugged the computer. Storm was coming on. Some lightning and thunder. Then rain started pattering on the glass pretty hard, wind whipped up, curtains blew long into the

The children’s game was actually “Red Light/Green Light,” not “Simon Says.” Upstate Winter November 22, 2006 Weather’s very “crisp” up here today. I walked to the mailbox while my coffee was brewing. The mail was cold in my bare hand, especially the stuff printed on slick paper.

Visiting Canarsie Friday July 14, 2006 09:03 PM. Got car inspected at Toyota dealer in Bay Ridge. Then drive to Canarsie. Little else but visit Courier—first time, I think, since leaving. Though maybe did visit in first year or two after. Only person still there is Katherine. Office

May 26, 2006 Email to Rob McCaskill. Today Linda and I went to Meramec Caverns. Toured the cave. I think I was only in it once before, and that would have been with my family, when I was a boy. For some reason when I think of that gorgeous underworld

We males of the Fremont Pond family standing together on a trestle of two-by-fours that will soon be the roof of our lake pavilion. Dad has come up by the ladder. My brother and I have each gotten there by climbing, Ray with a purely vertical effort of