Jared Stories

Jared, my dear old Twin brother, we parted last because life was bringning me elswhere and the contacts from there were very few, but always thinking it would catch up to us......As the Train hit me today reading Valeries news, I realise now that our next meeting will be With Jerry G and Bob M. How

I came across these today going through old photos of around the time we first met. Miss him a lot.

I had the pleasure of working with Jared for several years in the construction industry. He was a master carpenter and taught me a great deal about home remodeling and custom carpentry. Jared and I often worked long hours in both extreme hot and cold temperatures for some of the contracting jobs h

Jared will forever be the the archetype in my psyche of the badass with the heart of gold. My favorite memories of him were when I was a child he would take us for rides on the Harley, and also make really big fireballs in the Bingham's backyard. I also remember him as being the "fun babysitter", in

My dad was not only just a father to me but a mentor. He was my best friend and taught me the greatest lessons in life. The greatest lesson he taught me was to just live and love every second we are alive. My dad looks like some punk that would just ride motorcycles, but in reality he was the bigges

Jared made a living as a woodworker but would have preferred to be a wood artist. He found a piece of wood with what looked like half a start trek eneterprise on it, so he split the wood, rotated half, made a mirror image and with mahogany and maple fashioned an end table for us. Detail

I recall the what and the where, but I've forgotten the why. For some reason, Jared and I were traveling across the country pulling a loaded, dual axle 14 ft enclosed trailer. We were somewhere in western Nebraska. Jared was driving. We weren't sure of the appropriate protocol and eventually jus

Jared, what can I say other than you are my hero. You took in your wife's sister and kids in when we had no place to go. You loved your niece and nephew like they where your own kids. I will always be grateful for the hours we would just sit and talk about everything and nothing at all. Us joking

It was August 2018. I'd purchased an Indian Roadmaster in Indianapolis. Jared offered to escort me home. We paused for a picture in front of his house on Brady Lane in Noblesville indiana and off we went. We saw the famous Iowa-80 Truck Stop that night where we grabbed rooms and some dinner. C

I wanted to start my section with a letter we found in his journal that he has kept for over 16 years that I haven’t read since the day I gave it to him. The title on this post, was on the outside of that letter. I had no idea he held onto it all this time. “To Jared: May you never stop smiling an

We hit the road when we saw a 12 hour window of rainfree riding. Alphie was still reluctant to ride freeways. We found a backroad. It kept getting to be less and less a road. We crested a hill and the way down was rutted loose gravel. Always forward. I took the indian down and lost it. I look

Ari asked if I could find old photos of her and her dad. Here they are.

I will always remember Jared as my best pal. Jared and I were basically attached at the hip as kids. We were born less than two weeks apart. We attended church together. Our Sunday School class was often quoted as the “Jareds”. (There were three or four kids named Jared in the class, so it was easie