We used to all get together in the neighborhood to play baseball or football in The Luke's Backyard. Well we were all playing football and Mike got the football, I grabbed awhole of his shirt and spun him around and threw him down on the ground. Right away Mike started holding his arm and crying that he broke his arm, of coarse all us other kids were like suck it up yo whimp. Needless to say the next day Mike came out to play with a cast on his arm, telling me he had to convince his parents that it was a accident (being me and him were well known to fight).  In all the fights we had over the years Mike still was like a little brother to me. Just sad how we lost contact over the years. Thanks for the good childhood memories,you will never be forgotten. 

This was a Christmas when Michael was living with Amanda and I at Forewood Apartments.  Mike wanted to make sure we had a real Christmas tree so he told me he was going to go cut one down.  He came back to the apartment and told me to look outside.  The darn tree was so big we had to use a rope and hoist it onto the balcony and in the sliding door.  I asked him where he got such a big bloody tree.  He said he climbed a tree and cut the top off.  That was the biggest tree that we ever had and we had a lot of laughs trying to get it in the house.