When I was a boy (10-12 years old), my brother Delbert was my idol. I thought he was the coolest guy. He was just out of the Navy, wore a leather jacket with aviator glasses and slicked back hair. He rode a Triumph motorcycle and drove cars fast. When I was out of college we went backpacking in the Big Horn Mountains a few times, on one trip climbing to the top of Bomber Mountain with our brother Roy and Delbert’s son Danny. Delbert loved hiking anywhere, especially in the mountains. I wish I could have had more time with him, but I know he is in a better place now.