A large crowd congregated last Saturday at the Mazama Community Hall to pay final respects to Red McComb on a bright, sunny day. Jay Lucas led the way with a reading of Red’s obituary and followed this with an open invitation to the crowd to say a few words of remembrance about the loveable entomologist.

McComb spent many years chasing, analyzing and helping combat nasty insects, first for the U.S. Forest Service and then the Department of Natural Resources for the state. Over a dozen persons offered comments, some quite humorous and others choked with emotion.

While he will be long remembered by many of us, what will possibly be the final chapter will be a yard sale of Red’s innumerable effects, from tools to books and everything between.

The sale will be held on Friday and Saturday (May 24 and 25) from 9 a.m.-3 p.m. at his home. The address is 18176 Highway 20, and can be discerned by being the only paved driveway on the upper stretches of the road. It is just west of the Mazama Community Church, on the south side of the highway.

Many people, especially Midge Cross, want to say thanks to Lliam Donohue, who was responsible for the vast improvement of the parking lot at the community hall, offering more parking with less chance of broken shock absorbers on the now-smoothed surface.

Today, Monday, was unique for me in that for half the day I was the youngest person involved in two disparate conversations. First was the joy of taking Dick Brown to coffee at the Mazama Store. Dick is the founder of Winthrop Realty, way back when, and certainly a pillar of the community along with wife, Joan. Both looked great.

Dick is a long-time golf buddy, and I used to give him a good-hearted hard time about his asking where his ball went after he hit it. He was in the early stages of macular degeneration and is now legally blind. I mention this because I am half blind and constantly having to have someone locate the ball for me. What goes around …

Anyhow, we had coffee and there were a few people in the store who knew Brown not that many years ago before he moved first to Wenatchee and now Tacoma. I asked him if he ever played golf any more and his reply, typically humorous, was that he did occasionally. “While I can see the ball, I can’t see the club head that will strike it.” Then, a big laugh.

I drove him back to Brown’s Farm, where he’s staying with son Jeff and family, then turned around and went back to the store, where I had the privilege of interviewing Frank Malley, age 92, and Rudy Peterson, 86. They returned from an Honor Flight to the nation’s capital this past weekend. The conversation with them appears elsewhere in this edition of the News.