So young
I met Mike through Dudley - I was fifteen and Mike was an older man of seventeen. He took me out to see The Jungle Book, my first real date. We kept on dating, often double dates with Dudley and my sister Margot. He did sweet things and wrote poems and we had a whole lot of fun going to mixers, sneaking alcohol, going to movies and hanging out with his Rat Patrol friends. We fell into first love and made plans to be together forever. It didn't work out that way but we got to share that precious time of being very young and in love and trying to figure it all out together. He remained a friend with the same kindness and openness I first loved in him. He was a dear and loving person and it is a deeply sad shock to have the door close on the history we shared.
Snapping pictures during his back swing
IC Eighth Grade Class of 1962
Waiting
I was in Caz from St. Louis for Paul Coleman's memorial service. Mike and I found ourselves waiting for Dud and Syd to arrive. We were at his apartment in the village. We decided to go for a walk. He took me on some back paths sort of hidden right in the village area. It was hot but it was good to be together and move around while we waited. I wanted to see my brother and Mike wanted to see his friend. It was a quiet, nice walk.