Jacque Peterson was a great friend of mine. I will and have missed him a lot already. We go way back to when his boys and the two of us enjoyed scouting in the 1970's. Both of us, Jacque and myself have talked about the great trip we made to Algonquian in Canada with twenty boys, Jacque, who wore a water ski belt in the canoe because he could not swim, and myself. We even had brown water with us that we had at a spring next to the trail on our way up to the Forest Ranger lookout. What a great trip I had with a very good friend. Then remember he was the commissioner. That's of the poker club, where seven, including him, of us olde guys got together on generally the first Tuesday night of the month and played "The Game". Jacque also helped me, when I was building the Squaw Island Sewage Treatment plant by selling me a lubrication system to grease the wheels of the leads to drive piles where the wheels were some 150 feet up off the ground. Jacque was a man of many talents, and he would do anything for anybody. Jacque, I will miss you. Your friend Dick Radel. Oh yes, don't forget Judy loved him too.
