My fondest memories of you were watching you walk down the road to my house in Reggie Meyers. You had that denim coat with the sheepskin collar, hands in pockets, head into the wind. I was always so excited to see you. We shared a lot of special moments during those times. Oh, we had our fights, and broke up and made up more times than I can count. When you left for Montana that one time, I thought I would die without you. Such is young love.

To the family of Lynn-you have our deepest sympathy-you may not remember us but were your neighbors when you lived below Isiele Hill.

I used to baby sit Frankie & Paul.