I’m devastated at the news that Mike is no longer with us. While we haven’t been in touch over several years, he was my friend. I have many memories of the good times we shared on fishing trips to the Williams River and to Watoga State Park. He could always be counted on to bring levity to any gathering and was in the running for life of the party status. I remember being in the choir with Mike and his stand up bass. I remember the episodes of high capacity cooking at St. Stephens such as spaghetti dinners and pig roasts. I remember Halloween parties with Mike dressed as a Sumo wrestler. I remember our bowling team made up of Mike, Betsy, Beck and me where we did poorly in the first few weeks and then got better after having generated a high handicap. After beating a very competitive team a can remember one of that team’s members demanding to know just what was our average. Mike’s reply was “a couple of pitchers and a mixed drink”. I remember taking our families down the Greenbrier River linked together in a string of truck inner tubes along with one for the cooler. There was a time when we were tailgating at a Marshall football game when Mike showed up wearing a hard hat liner. The interesting thing with that was it had straps on it that would be able to wrap around the webbing inside a hard hat. He could vigorously turn his head from one side to the other and those straps would fly out to a horizontal position. From my experience, Mike cut a wide swath of friend ship caring and fun that will be missed. He will however, live on in our hearts. By the way, I have it on good authority that an entire pig can be transported from the slaughter house to the scent of a pig roast in a Volkswagen provided that it has the requisite hat and sunglasses! Rest In Peace Mike your pain is over. Geoff Mohn