Hagan was bigger than life. He could keep you in stitches for hours on end. Even when he told the same jokes or pulled his witty stunts ("Have I shown you a photo of my Pride & Joy?) for the umpteenth time he could crack you up. He was "Mechanically Challenged", always seeking help to fix a flat tire on his bike or inflating an air mattress. Don't even ask about his failings in putting up a tent. Once, while camping on a bike trip in California, a couple of us were preparing to hang our food from bears, racoons and other critters. The duffle bag was empty as we prepared the rope for a correct drop for access and substantial height to thwart the afore mentioned thieves. Hagan walked up looking puzzled as usual and asked what were we doing. "Bears", I said, "We are trying to get the proper height on this bag." Hagan replied, "Why would a bear eat a duffle bag?" His improv questions, answers and queried looks never failed to evoke Belly Laughs.
Hagan got into one's being. He becomes an extension of everything you thought you knew about fun and humor.
I'm getting to the age where I accept the death of my dear friends, forever keeping in mind the gift they gave me or better still deeply etched into my being 'til the day I die. If there is a heaven, God is laughing his head off.
We love you Hagan. Thanks for being in our lives.
Bob & Sammie Lipscomb