The enduring image I will have of Bert Henderson is one of him smiling. Why? Because it's etched into almost every memory, I have of him.
When the news broke Monday evening that Henderson was missing, I wanted to jump in my car and look for him. Common sense prevailed – let the authorities do their work without well-intentioned but clumsy civilians getting in the way.
But that’s the just kind of man Bert Henderson was. Even if you weren’t his best friend or closest confidante, he left a lasting impression on you and your life. The kind of impression that makes you want to get in your car and travel near his home and ramble through the woods at night to see if you can find him.