Paul Kuerth
I'll always remember as kids spending our summer days beating ping-pong balls into submission (never quit before cracking at least one of them) and later as an adult flying back to play endless rounds of golf. Barry had an endless amount of patience only once complaining about my non-stop whining over my pathetic golf game. Of course, he apologized before we reached the green. Best friends are hard to find; devastating to lose; but last forever.
I know you'll have a tee time setup if I'm fortunate enough to join you in heaven. Be at peace my friend. Paul
