i remember visiting my dad, (ben drinkwater jr),and headin to yakima for the weekend to visit grandpa grandma and my aunts and uncles that lived there. flowers of every color sometimes the trees were filled with fruit blossoms as well everywhere you looked, blossoms! crazy memory. i remember sneakin to the laundry chute and climbing down and always, always, gettin caught, a bit of a yelling, a wave of grandmas finger and off to the garage to see if dads go cart is still there in the shaddows with the canvas over it. always behind the caddilac, quiet but ready. a bit of air in the tires, fresh gas.......to the church parkinlot we go! memories! hmm. gramps....to you my namesake!! god be with you! thank you! i love you.