Editor’s note: When Bill Evans passed away in July, we had a few of his recent columns stockpiled, waiting to run. With his family’s permission, we will continue to publish them until we run out, in his honor.
The telephone note on my desk was asking for an immediate reply.
Talk about a quick response – I made it! No, the house wasn’t on fire. Mr. Hagins down at Railway Express had called, and our fruit trees had arrived.