Mick, What I hold on to are the days we hung out at Jordan Park to swim and just be there. I remember our baseball team that my dad and your dad coached. I remember you being an allstar ball player. I remember the night riders and the Terrace or St. Pats. I remember the sleep outs and stealing apples off of trees. I remember you carrying a club when Lance & Killpack were loose. Friday nights at the Arcade, the Dairy Queen or Johnny's. that's how I remember you my friend
I'm friends with your sister Vickie on FB these days. She just lost her son in law Ian to this dreaded Covid. Guess you will be taking care of him now. RIP old friend
Larry Beckstead
Mick, What I hold on to are the days we hung out at Jordan Park to swim and just be there. I remember our baseball team that my dad and your dad coached. I remember you being an allstar ball player. I remember the night riders and the Terrace or St. Pats. I remember the sleep outs and stealing apples off of trees. I remember you carrying a club when Lance & Killpack were loose. Friday nights at the Arcade, the Dairy Queen or Johnny's. that's how I remember you my friend
Larry Beckstead
I'm friends with your sister Vickie on FB these days. She just lost her son in law Ian to this dreaded Covid. Guess you will be taking care of him now. RIP old friend