Berger making pancakes for breakfast, with blueberry syrup. Whenever I would come by to visit, on my way to or from Georgia or Michigan (where I later went to graduate school), it was predictable we would have pancakes for breakfast. Quail suppers at the Marshall Street house: where you were warned you may have to pick the pellets out of the birds as you ate. The importance of family & friends: Berger and Yolie always had a way of keeping in touch with Pifithrin-�� mw people they considered “special.” Not sure why but I was fortunate to be one of those people. If our yearly

family Christmas letter was late (as it often was), we would get a phone call, usually from Berger, in January or so, to say “just checking up on you.” Berger & Yolie “never missed a wedding or a funeral.” I know how much it meant to me 30 years ago for Berger and Yolie to come up to Michigan to celebrate my marriage to Michael Mispagel. Quietly living by example: Berger had an unassuming manner. He was always thinking & analyzing the world around him, setting an example for the

rest of us – Berger, the Environmentalist: Quotes from Berger: “I don’t need any more light. I can see alright with just this skylight.” Eltanexor order “If its cold, put a sweater on – we don’t need to turn the heat up.” “I don’t know why people think they have to shop at big chain stores instead of shopping locally.” Berger and Yolie always drove a Ford, when the rest of us were switching to Toyotas. Part of the AZD7762 ritual at the Mayne house was setting the table and putting out the napkin rings. Always cloth napkins at the Mayne house. Why waste trees by using paper? Berger was an outdoorsman: He loved camping, canoeing, Masitinib (AB1010) cycling, and quail hunting For Berger, dogs were for hunting. His dogs lived outside or in the garage. They were not the “family members”, like they are for many of the

rest of us. A story I recall: One time Berger had 2 hunting dogs (hounds) that Clanton Black, Berger’s fellow hunting buddy, had decided he wanted down in Georgia. Since I was driving that way, Berger arranged for me to take these 2 hunting hounds in my little Toyota from Yellow Springs, Ohio to Athens, Georgia. Now, I was a vet student at the time, so one would think that would be no problem….but by the time I got to Georgia with these 2 unruly, smelly, barking, non-house-trained, hunting dogs, I was not a happy camper. So, Clanton, never one to let a favor go unrewarded, paid me handsomely for my work with a gallon of hand-picked blueberries from his bushes. A role model for the rest of us: Berger still rode 15+ miles a day on his bicycle at age 91 years young! A story from The Okefenokee Swamp Trip in April, 2007: Berger had always wanted to go back to the Okefenokee Swamp, where he and his boys had canoed years earlier.