Keith Prettyman
In the big blizzard of the late 70s dad trudged through 3 feet of snow with my sister Angie and me on his back making a path in the snow for my older brother Mike and my mom to follow across an open field to some friends of ours that had a wood stove. He was a tough man but was humble enough that he didn't have to brag about his accomplishments. I hope I'm half the man he was one day.







