Thank you Michael for being a small part of my experience, though small, yet important. I hope you passed on the best parts of yourself to your posterity. You live on through them. Congratulations on a job well done. I write this as if you can see, read, hear, or otherwise experience this message, though I have no substantial evidence or reason to believe that is the case. We do these kinds of things mostly for ourselves, a way to process and contemplate our own mortality. Hopefully, a life well-lived. For the rest of us, here is food for thought from the King philosopher, Marcus Aurelius, circa 150 AD, Athens. See his book, "Meditations" Book Nine, entry #3 on death. And to the rest, thanks for the experiences I fondly recall of our interactions. They are a part of me. I value that.

Mike was my next door neighbor. Yes we were both in Mrs Jones kindergarten class at Alisal. We were best buddies growing up on school street in Pleasanton. I stopped by a while back to say hi to his mom and Dad when he was still alive; later again when it was just his mom also. You never forget your buds. It's hard for us as we grow older but memories are never forgotten. Mike and I went to the First Presbyterian church with Jim Annis, Roger Nerton, Debbie Bush, and many others. There was a teacher named Mrs. Yount who shared the Lord with us; so I know where Mike is. Thank you all for remembering Mike! He was a good friend!!!!