Kevin and I spent some very special times together many years ago, you see his high school sweetheart was my sister Holly. We worked for my father Gary building quite an addition in Los Banos high up on a hill. Kevin was young and strong as an ox and I could never lift big beams like he could. We were out on the Delta with his Hondo boat and my brother Curtis was up front with him, I was sitting in the back and we were flat out on this beautiful day when a small stream of water was shooting up from the engine. I yelled at Kev to take a look, as he turned his head to look back we were coming up to a curve, he pitched the boat and all at once the engine failed!!!! You should have seen the look in his eyes, it was totally like Holy -----. If anyone knows anything about jet boats, You have to have power to the rear end of the boat in order to steer. All along the Delta as far as the eye can see there was rocks all along the banks. The boat flew across the water, we braced ourselves, and in a instant, we shot out of the water into a dirt bank. The only thing left in the water was the ass end of the boat, the three of us couldn't believe we were ok, jumped out and started emptying the boat of all the dirt and mud boulders that filled the boat. We then managed to pull the boat back into the water and it wouldn't start, there was a patch of 20yrds where the rocky shore had a dirt embankment instead of being solid rock boulders. After a long time of troubleshooting we found the vacume advance spring broke in the distributor and fell against the condenser and shorted the electrical out and caused the engine to stop. That was a memory I will never forget, we spent many years together working, boating, living life. We lost contact for a very long time and his passing has made my heart heavy. I was suppose to have him over about now, to my home in Henderson, to catch up on all the years we have been  apart, time sure does pass us by sometimes. James Dean once said, Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die tomorrow. Kevin, the times we spent together will always be memories I will cherish for the rest of my life. See you again my friend, In Time. Dan

My Uncle Kevin was a strong, strong man. His strength seemed, at times, almost super-human--especially in the end. When he first moved back to California five years ago, my mom (his sister) was helping him get a new start. He was so grateful and did everything he could to be helpful. At Thanksgiving, we needed to move a lot of furniture around in the living room, to put a dining table in there. Kevin, as usual, was the one lugging things around. My boyfriend at the time was also over to help, and they went to move the piano together. I remember watching as my uncle got on one side, and my boyfriend on the other to hoist it up. Kevin nearly flung the piano into the air single-handedly, and my boyfriend almost went flying with it.