“His voice was that kind you get from smoking three packs a day and then spending all night howling at the moon.” — E.W. Storch Howling Copy Share Image
“He used to tell me stories while we fished. Ones he made up, I guess, I’m not sure. One year, a beaver… — E.W. Storch Family Copy Share Image
“If I close my eyes, I can feel his body, in that way that you do when someone is near, a faint… — E.W. Storch Eulogy Copy Share Image
