Gary was my younger brother by two years. We shared many adventures while growing up but the ones I remember most was when we lived in Mechanicsburg, PA. When we were about 11 years old. We lived near a creek that ran in front of our house which was at the top of a hill that ran down to the creek. We spent summer months fishing and trying to catch snap turtles. In winter we would sled down the hill to the creek. I remember that we convinced our youngest brother David, to get in a 50 gallon steel drum to roll down the hill. The only problem was he kept going right into the creek and started floating down the water. We had to swim out to him before he went over the dam that was just a few hundred yards downstream. Well we survived but David never forgave us for that!