"One day as I was talking to my nephew I heard this voice singing high and loud and asked him who that was and he said oh thats wert we call him wild man...any how he rode by on a bicycle singing with all his heart and not a care in the world.and on down the road .one day some time later i was fishing off a dock at the end of that same road..canal blvd ... and up came wert he had a propeller mounted on his handlebars and I asked him why.and he said it makes it go faster...not being an aeronautical engineer i could not fault his reasoning and will not today.. i asked him how he could sing with such joy and abandon and he said it just made him feel good so why not do it.i asked him to sing a song for me and he sat on a piling and belted out a beautiful totally unfettered song to me.....i told him i was happy i had the opportunity to meet him and got in my car and drove away with a warm glow inside thinking how wonderful it is to have someone like that around...they say he would sing at two in the morning sometimes and i thought to myself i wouldnt mind like the sentry or sailor..ding ding 2 o clock and all is well....that young man was killed by a drunk driver one night while riding down the road ...but like john denver and annies song this young man is a saint to me and always will be ....he lived on wilderness trail in palm valley...not a voice crying in the wilderness but a voice singing instead..like a new thing coming...leaving old behind"