I can’t believe Homer Trumbo is gone.
I remember Homer would always go to Illinois every year with the Kentucky Railsplitters.
When he and Ruby lived on Lincoln Boulevard, he would always have the house and yard decorated for Christmas. He would always call me at the store to see how the sick in the Roanoke community were doing.
He always had a story to tell each time he talked to you – whether it was true was a different thing. He will be missed by all.