One year Ray took me down to Taos for some skiing and partying at a cabin.  I don't remember the specifics but Melissa was also there with her friends.  One night Ray and I decide to go snowmobiling.  It was late and freezing outside.  We both hopped on with Ray at the wheel (this is key).  After we were quite a ways from the cabin we start to make a turn and instead of turning the snowmobile continues straight for a tree.  At the last minute we both jumped off and the snowmobile hit the tree and flipped over on its side.  Of course since Ray was driving I blamed him and he blamed me for not leaning the right way.  I still say it was his fault.  Anyway, we were scared stiff because we were so far away and didn't have a fast way to get back.  Did I mention it was freezing out!  We finally got the snowmobile up and running and limped back to the cabin.  The whole way we were trying to make up a story because we thought we probably damaged the snowmobile when it flipped.  Of course when we got there, Ray explained how it was my fault and I explained how he didn't know how to drive... both of us looking for a little bit of sympathy.  Must of been quite a sight!  Everybody started laughing and we looked at each other wondering what the joke was.  Apparently flipping the snowmobile happens all the time so we were wasting all of our energy worrying about nothing.  Couple of beers later he admited that maybe I leaned the right way and I conceded his driving was not that bad.  Typical Ray, always thinking about other people before himself.  Really missing him around this time of year!

We were playing a hole on the backside of City Park,(next to the Zoo). After my drive found the rough, Ray crushed his drive down in the middle of the fairway. As we were walking off the tee box, we could see a kid walking across the fairway. He picked up Ray's ball and headed towards the street. Ray started yelling, which only made this kid pick-up his pace to a full run. Ray was "pissed", especially when I told him it would cost him a stroke for a lost ball. I loved golfing with Ray.

Waiting in line to eat.  Ray was always so well put together and always smiling.  He loved us just the way we were and we loved him back.