Showers off and on through the day. Norm andAlice arrived. Visited then Norm, m and I visited with mom V. She was - so so yesterday. Did get a few minutes in on Forks In The Trail. Actually what I have done so far isn't bad. In rereading it, I got caught up in the story and I' writing the thing!
Brought two of the foster kids here for a wiener roast. They weren't really into it and I do believe they were glad when it started to rain and they could watch cartoons. We both read for awhile and off to bed at 11.

More from the Dispatchers. What I did not add into the story is that Corny and I became good friends and had many an adventure together on and off the job.

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Corny was perhaps one of the most versatile Dispatchers I have known.  He could type conventionally, he had an artistic flair and therefore could assist with draughting maps.  He was fit enough that he could be utilized on small cruises as a compassman and could be sent out to fires to assist with payroll and other camp duties. 

 Although our office hours were 8 to 5 at that time, Corny was there at half past seven every morning.  His routine was to first do the filing from the work of the day before and second to dust all the counters, tables and chairs in the main office.  Then sharp at eight o’clock in the summer he would call our Lookout; if we had fires he would then call each of them in the order of the most recent first.

 He loved to fly!  At the slightest opportunity he would be in a Beaver, Otter, Norseman or Cessna, he didn’t care whether he sat in the front or the back.  Consequently we often used him as an observer when carrying out “smoke patrols”.

 The tool cache was housed with the office in a separate room.  Because of Corny’s work ethic and orderliness it was difficult to find the usual chores for our Lookout Man each spring  

 I believe he served under at least four different Rangers during his career.  In his whimsical way he was an example for all whom he worked with.