If Andy Keech Doesn’t Impress You, You’re Unimpressable -- And He’s a Gosh-Darned Nice Guy, Too
Let’s face it: We all want to be Andy Keech when we grow up. As it turns out, so did Andy. That worked out well for him.
“It was 1943,” he remembers, “and I was a little boy, standing with my mother at the intersection of the two main streets in my little country town in Australia, waiting to drink from a water bubbler.