Someone called Mickey a person larger than life, perhaps an understatement. I knew Mickey as a young friend in high school and later we shared a house on Randolph Street near the University of Windsor. He embraced,or rather exploded upon life with a passion and humour rarely equalled. As James Joyce might say about life "his heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide." The words in this book I guess are really for the family that is left behind. Just to let you know that he truly made a mark across continents and generations that left a print on many souls. "Why is it that words like these sound dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name." Fill your sails and lean into the next gale.