Scott A Faga

It was January 1977 and bitterly cold. The entire family, including some visitors from Germany , was tightly packed into Jerry and Marcia's "woody" station wagon. We were on our way back to Friendship from a visit at Nanny's house in Reedsburg when the car started to sputter and quit moving. Scott walked over a mile in the freezing cold to get back to Lyndon Station so he could call for help. Of course, we didn't have cell phones at the time. This is one of my favorite memories of Scott. He was more concerned about everyone else than himself. Rest In Peace!

Scott