Today I attended the funeral of the father of one of my oldest friends. The man's name was Donald A. Brennan, and he was, in 1959. the first Alaskan smoke jumper. Here he was in the early days:
I had the pleasure of talking fire and forestry with the man only once, but the conversation made a deep impression on me. I wore my green-and-yellows to the ceremony in order to pay what tribute I could. He was a well-loved and colorful character, and I am pleased to have known him, however briefly.
I had the pleasure of talking fire and forestry with the man only once, but the conversation made a deep impression on me. I wore my green-and-yellows to the ceremony in order to pay what tribute I could. He was a well-loved and colorful character, and I am pleased to have known him, however briefly.
