My deepest condolences to Mike's family.
I am not able to attend the gathering, so I wanted to share some thoughts here. They may seem a bit irreverent to some, but that is the nature of the relationship Mike and I had. I mean no disrespect or offense to anyone. Quite the opposite.
I first met Mike in 1964. Although I had not seen him for many years, I always considered him to be a good friend – loyal, quick to laugh (even if his jokes did seem a little corny) and a good man to have at your side, or your back, in a tight spot. Of course, it helped if he had access to your refrigerator.
And so, Mike as you continue your quest to catch that “big” fish, I think I share the sentiment of many of your friends when I say,
Many stories will be told
About those yon days old,
When we were young and bold
And the world did not seem so cold.
We did not fit the mold,
So some did us scold.
But our souls were not sold,
And, in the end,
When we return to the fold,
We know that our friends
Are the only real gold.
Rest in peace, Mike. We will never forget you.
And when you get to where you are going, don't take any Melon or Tinsel baloney!