After a lifetime of work, play, learning and loving, my best friend and roommate has moved on — perhaps to a place where wise souls gather to plot their next adventures. My husband Scott Reed grew up as the only child of two very sharp, strong-minded parents. From an early age he learned if he could just make them laugh, he could please both mother and father and help them to please each other. He developed a signature tool that carried him through life — an ever-present, ever-probing wit. His father taught him to fish, to hunt birds, to adore life outdoors. From his mother he learned to plant seeds in the earth and the joy of bringing them to harvest. On his own, he masterminded a number of teenage escapades that caught the attention of the authorities. He had to spend a little time apologizing for the pranks, but never went to jail/Mary Lou Reed, Inlander. More here.