You were my first employer at age 12. It wasn't the most pleasant of jobs, but I enjoyed being the pain in the butt little brother in law hanging around the cops and paramedics at the ambulance garage more than the work. Saturday night monster movies, CB radios, being chased by my own brother in law in The Grey Ghost & telling you I didn't know it was a cop car. (Statute of Limitations must be out on that by now - I knew it was you, and I knew it was a cop car. I was just trying to help you gain valuable chase training early on in your police career - you did great!)You were the only one who stopped in to visit me when I was St. John's in Fargo. I could go on and on how you're positive influence almost convinced me to add more red lights and sirens to the family inventory. I chose the amber light and no siren career in telecommunications instead. I bragged often about you and your work. All of that pales in comparison to your legacy as a husband, father and grandfather. RIP, Gary - the guy with the wide, million dollar mustachioed grin. Heaven now has it's first real paramedic.