I was a Christmas present to Mike several years ago from his wife, Janet. He loved me from the moment he saw me sitting in the driveway gleaming in the sunlight with a big red bow on my hood. He loved driving me and especially enjoyed flexing my muscles whenever he got on the highway. Now Janet drives me to and from church once a week, which is nice, but it's not the same. I miss him.
I remember riding in Mike’s first red Mustang. Occasionally, Mike would give his sister Beth and me a ride to high school in his beloved car. He made it clear that a ride in that car was an honor to be fully appreciated. It’s nice to think that with Kathleen, things came full circle for Mike. Kay Rankin