Anyways I found a few picts to post. Look carefully at the Fall 1984 picture taken in the basement of the ski club house, I think it captures the moment well.
I am still a bit shaken from the latest news from Mike. Mike who was my best friend during college. Thinking about him and his life, discussing this with Linda as we traveled home and while unpacking. I am left unsure what to do with this thing, this information. While Mike has not been a large part of my life for the last decade, he was a big part for a long time. He introduced my to sailing and windsurfing. He introduced my to my wife Linda. I can almost hear his semi-drunken cackle as he is waxing on about a baja adventure and how Ballentine was being a big pussy. When I saw Mike just last month during the paddle he managed to recall how we had planned an entire ski trip only to remember that I had a cast on my leg, trip postponed. All the new wave music, and the ski club house.