When we were kids, we had these little autograph books that you had your friends write in and sign. Remember those? We'd write silly stuff on those pages! I asked Doc to sign mine one evening when he was over at my house on Lakeland Drive. He was playing poker with my dad and a bunch of other guys. He wrote in my book in his very fancy handwriting: "When the moon is on the pumpkin, and the frost is on the vine, think of your neighbors across the street, and know that they think you are sweet." I don't have that book any more, but isn't it something that I can still remember that little poem he wrote me all these years!? And when his mother Rosebud, passed away, he gave me some pearl earrings that were hers. I treasured them. I love you, Doc! Go walk with God! <3. Love, Katrinka Cook Walker