Tuesday, November 14, 2023 was like any other November Day. The leaves were gone, the air was crisp and most were looking forward to the upcoming holiday season. As is my normal routine, I check in with the Website a few times a day, monitoring traffic, and conduct the regular housekeeping for the website. A recent post states, “we lost John today”. I didn’t recognize the author and my first thought was, “how’d we lose John”? I knew he was traveling to Minnesota for health reasons, “and he got lost?” My second thought was “is this real?” and unfortunately, I soon found out, it was.
Dear John,
I can’t begin to tell you how many miss you, your daily forecasts and videos. Years later, they still speak of your sense of humor, goofy hats, pictures of you, the dogs, and family. And pictures of the Snow! God, how you loved the white stuff. Predicting it, shoveling it, plowing it and playing in it! Kind of ironic, the winter after you passed was a year of low snow totals pretty much everywhere. Some would say it was nature’s way of mourning a loss after your passing.
Your Sunday Journals were a must-read. Many of us had the same routine come Sunday night, “let’s check in and see what John’s been up to this week”! The Winter Forecasts, another must-read. Despite your disclaimers, people took your forecasts as gospel. Right or wrong, in John We Trust before making plans for winter fun.
Around Snow Central, we continue to offer up a venue for conversation and input. Recent Off-Season topics have included the proper height and speed to mow one’s lawn. As I recall you were quite fond of that zero turn model of yours. m8man’s side hobby brought some interest from the Keweenaw with his Copper Creations. Up near Lake of the Woods, Kelly is still prowling the junkyards for relics to restore. Oh, by the way, Yamaha quit the snow biz and Cat almost did. No Fear, still plenty of Arctic Cats to go around!
Topics will become more seasonal now that the weather has turned. We’ve already had a taste of winter in the snowbelts and the Indians are making firewood like crazy.
So, it’s been two years, John. We miss you terribly, but we realize you’re in a better place. Rest assured, your memory lives on in the hearts of many that knew you and your story.
From all of us on JohnDee.com may God Bless a man we all called a friend…
Dear John,
I can’t begin to tell you how many miss you, your daily forecasts and videos. Years later, they still speak of your sense of humor, goofy hats, pictures of you, the dogs, and family. And pictures of the Snow! God, how you loved the white stuff. Predicting it, shoveling it, plowing it and playing in it! Kind of ironic, the winter after you passed was a year of low snow totals pretty much everywhere. Some would say it was nature’s way of mourning a loss after your passing.
Your Sunday Journals were a must-read. Many of us had the same routine come Sunday night, “let’s check in and see what John’s been up to this week”! The Winter Forecasts, another must-read. Despite your disclaimers, people took your forecasts as gospel. Right or wrong, in John We Trust before making plans for winter fun.
Around Snow Central, we continue to offer up a venue for conversation and input. Recent Off-Season topics have included the proper height and speed to mow one’s lawn. As I recall you were quite fond of that zero turn model of yours. m8man’s side hobby brought some interest from the Keweenaw with his Copper Creations. Up near Lake of the Woods, Kelly is still prowling the junkyards for relics to restore. Oh, by the way, Yamaha quit the snow biz and Cat almost did. No Fear, still plenty of Arctic Cats to go around!
Topics will become more seasonal now that the weather has turned. We’ve already had a taste of winter in the snowbelts and the Indians are making firewood like crazy.
(sorry, inside joke there)
So, it’s been two years, John. We miss you terribly, but we realize you’re in a better place. Rest assured, your memory lives on in the hearts of many that knew you and your story.
From all of us on JohnDee.com may God Bless a man we all called a friend…
