Conrad drives a milktruck, but as a boy he filled notebook after notebook with words, words, words. He kept journals all through his wild years and burned them all after letting his wife-to-be read them once. Conrad loves music (Black Gospel, Polka, Rock and Roll) and bass fishing. He could paint like a professor and sculpt like a little Leonardo as a child, but always felt more at home in the woods and that's where he loves to spend his time. He lives in Kidron, Ohio with his lovely wife Katherine and their five robust country kids.

Jonathan could write a memoir that would hammer a hole into the New York Times Bestseller list. "True Confessions of a Montana Redneck" is his working title, but since he's working full-time for a church in Seattle, he feels the timing is all wrong. Karin told him, "Use a pseudonym." Jonathan is a prolific letter-writer, a trophy hunter and woodsman, expert fly-fisherman, a skilled water color painter, has travelled the world as a photo-journalist and can write his ass off when he sits down with a good pot of black coffee. He plays guitar and loves bluegrass music and lives in Seattle with his relatively new wife Donna and their first child.

My sister Frances has taught school in Africa, and could always play the piano better than I, especially when it came to reading music. She made it look so easy. There she was playing for school plays and pedalling effortlessly through those sonatinas and I was supposed to be the musician. Frances moved to San Francisco to teach school and we told her she would meet a Californian and never come back and that's what she did. She's a Californian now too with her Californian husband Chris, and he's a Californian marine biologist.

Myron reminded me of Barney Rubble growing up. He was like a cartoon character: you could drop him and he wouldn't get hurt. Tough as nails. We would wrestle, he was four and I was ten and we were evenly matched. I came home from college and we played hockey one on one skating breakneck and gate-crashing around on the Minnesota ice slicing the freezing air with our Titan sticks and he eventually scored the winning goal and I lay there on the ice my lungs burning, my chest heaving and boy did I swear. Myron lives with his wife Molly in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

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