Michael L. Fleener

Remembering the laughter we (Michael, Steven, Art and I) shared when we were quite young. Playing upstairs, sneaking a BB gun out of the house by sticking it down my pants leg. Attempting to walk with one stiff leg caused uncontrollable laughter - not to mention my almost falling headfirst down the staircase . The last time Michael and I were together, he recalled that incident, describing it to me in detail. Micael's broad smile and flashing eyes will always be a cherished memory.