Wow, old Dick Proenecke just keeps living on. I was fortunate enough to know him when I was growing up in southeast Iowa. He is originally from a small village called Primrose, Iowa. His sister Florence lived next to my aunt and uncle and Dick would visit her, sometimes for weeks at a time. I remember Dick coming over to my aunt and uncle's house on several occasions and showing his self-filmed movies on my aunt's dining room wall and talk about his Alaska adventures. He's now a legend up there and his cabin is now a national park site. After watching him shoveling all of the neighbors walks and driveways one snowy morning, I had a sense of just how tough he was. He was in his mid sixties and he shoveled like a machine. It made an adolescent male ashamed just to watch him. Anyway, thanks for the memory prompt.