Good day. I was surprised Monday on my way to work when I noticed numerous emergency vehicles and prominent community members outside the West End Baptist Church. When I arrived at work, I brought up that their seemed to be a funeral going on. That was when my city editor Ron Clark told me Kent King died last Friday. See, I took the day off to enjoy a little time with my children and when I do so, the outside world and business of news does not exist. So, to my shock, I had to say goodbye to my friend.
I would contact him if the weather was breaking in order to get in the best area to document what was coming. Or, I would call him if I noticed someone on the river was broke down and needed to be towed to shore. Or, I may stop by the DES building and chat. I even donated a trolling motor I replaced on my boat. Kent was a friend to nearly all who he met. He cared about the community and the people in it. He wanted to ensure that everyone was safe as they could be. I enjoyed our friendship over the nearly eight years and will not forget those moments we worked together or the chats we had. Thanks for the memories my friend.
