Well, since Marne and the rest didn't get to hear the whole story at his memorial, I will try to tell it hear in the detail I couldn't get it in person: I could regale you with stories of junior high summers at camp Chippewa, or stories of sitting in the second to last pew at Clearfield UMC , or about Sunday evenings at Monticello UMC and the youth group, but instead I will tell you a story about two friends and a road trip to, at the start, was to nowhere in particular southeast Missouri. This was early summer 1985 and I had just purchased a 1964 Plymouth Valiant. I had only had this car for maybe a month, and Kaz thought we should take a trip in it to 'break it in' as it were (lol). We had stopped somewhere in the middle of the state to get gas, use the restroom, and get smokes and something a drink - we also got a map of Missouri. Before we got back on the road, we tried to determine where we were to end up. Kevin saw on t the map that we weren't that far from Kentucky, in a roundabout way. Anyway, he remembered that Kim Douglas, sister of John, lived in Owensboro. So we started making our way there. We stopped several times trying to call and get ahold of Kim to let her know we were coming ( p.s. this was way before cell phones lol). We also saw on our recently purchased map that there was a place called the 'land between the lakes', and we decided that would be a cool place to sleep for a few before heading on to Owensboro. We did finally make connections with Kim. We spent the rest of that day visiting and, I believe, went to a bar or two that night before we headed back the next. Anyway, all that to rejoice in our spending time together as friends should wont to do. I miss my dear Brother Kaz and I know he is smiling down on us. 

p.s. our friend and Brother Angelo remarked after the service: 'we were some roadtrippin' fools in the day'