Mike livened up every gathering--- our class reunion next summer just won't be the same without him. My goodness, it seems like yesterday that Mike and a crowd of us young "rogues" from the Harborcreek class of '69 drove out to Stateline Tavern the afternoon following our graduation ceremony rehearsal and played pool and drank bottles of Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. A lot of people may not realize that Mike was quite an athlete, although I don't think he was on many of the official Harb teams. However, he was the senior high school badminton champion of the tournament that Mr. Paloto organized through the gym classes. I remember because I actually defeated him for the championship of our particular class (my greatest moment ever in competitive sport), but Mike as runnerup went on to the schoolwide tournament to defeat everyone else (I lost to Ron Grega in the first round of tournament play). Mike was a singer in high school, too; I remember him sitting in Mrs. Alexander's 9th grade chorus. It took guts to be in chorus because it was mostly girls--- oh, come to think of it, Mike would have been right in his element, because he was always well-liked by the girls. Finally, Mike was my boss in the first job I ever had at Paul's IGA; I was a complete klutz, but Mike was patient and kind enough to keep me on rather than telling Paul to fire me. The last time I saw Mike he was with his wife Karen at the 2011 New Year's Eve party down at the Bayfront; he assured me he would make the next class reunion. Mike, you will be there in everyone's heart and fond remembrance. Thanks so much for being the unique personality that you were; you enriched the life memories of everyone who knew you.