I met Brady in 1985 when I changed elementary schools, and was in carpool with the Halls.  Mason and I became friends, and as such, his younger brother became my younger brother.    Whether in carpool, school, scouts, hanging out in the neighborhood, there are too many memories to go through, but here are two:

1.) When Mason and I were in fifth grade, he Brady, and I were exploring one of our favorite areas, and swinging on some vines.  Mason's vine unfortunately broke, and he fell and broke his wrist.  I told Brady to get help, and off he went.  As I sat with Mason, Brady reappeared almost as fast as he left with help.  This is so emblematic of who Brady was.   He consistently went above and beyond.  While Mason was at the hospital, Brady and I waited for news playing chess and checkers on the Hall's front lawn.  In retrospect, considering how young he was at the time, I should have been the one to go for help, but that was just Brady.

2.)One year at Camp Constantin, I had some free time, and having completed my small boat sailing merit badge the year before, I could check out a boat.  I needed to find someone to sail with, and about that time here comes Brady.  As we talked it over, we hatched a plan for a Great Adventure.  With Brady on the rudder, we set sail.  We spent about a couple of hours intentionally swamping the boat, and taking turns righting it by standing on the hull, holding the dagger board, leaning back to make it flip back over.  Great Fun!  Eventually we decided to go and explore Hell's Gate--a gap between two cliffs.   This two was so typical of Brady.   Always the adventurer.  This memory has always stayed with me, and is the only time I can think of hanging out with Brady just one on one.  

Brady was typical of the entire Hall family: solidly good people with a profound love of the out of doors.   Brady was truly one of the Good Guys; an increasingly rare breed.  I can't think of a single memory where he wasn't smiling, and his infectious happiness was perhaps his best quality.  

The Halls gave me so much, and are such an integral part of who I am, that it is hard to explain.  I am grew up with them, and am a better man for it.  

I will miss Brady tremendously, and my heartfelt condolences go out to Bruce, Dianne, Mason, and Ginny.