Today I write in memory of my plant manager who passed away this morning.
He came to where I work almost eight years ago to fill a position that hadn't been filled since I'd been there already two years.
He was a good man in and out of the work place.
He filled his free time woodworking all sorts of items from intricately ornate clocks to canoes, but his passion was fly-fishing.
He will be missed by all that had the fortune to know him.
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