RIP, Herbie

Shared by Lucky Pierre on June 5, 2020
A real shame. I still remember (or at least I think I do) meeting him for the first time at about 5am in the lodge basement after he and Dickey returned from Alaska. Someone announced their arrival and we all headed down to the bar and started drinking. That was a shit load of fun. 
Shared by Colleen Aaron on June 4, 2020
Our story begins with our son Joe and his good friend Jack Hopkins. Herb was their youth baseball coach. He was a wonderful role model for the young boys. He taught them the game well and gave every boy a chance at a spot on the ball field, not just the most talented players, but every boy. We will always remember him with great fondness. May God keep him forever.

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