Pat Houghton, loyal friend to many, the talkative red-haired guy with the irrepressible grin and photographic memory, died Sunday at home in Vancouver, Washington, from kidney cancer. He was 60. My best to his wife, Judy, who took care of him, kept us all informed and deserves a rest.
Up in heaven, I’m sure old Pat is already storing names and birthdates in the data banks under the ball cap.
But you went too early, Pat. And Judy told us of your struggle. So, Sierra Nevada or even higher, I am hoping still for another reunion.
(Notices and conversations about Pat can be found at www.caringbridge.org).