Jack Bresette-Mills
I remember the power he radiated in his house reading the paper out loud in the afternoon so that I, a neighbor kid playing outside, could hear every word. He had the most beautiful car parked out front, a Bonneville convertible maybe, red, and every one of his kids were friends of mine. His wife, Joan, was the sweetest woman. My best friend of my whole childhood was Dicky. I remember thinking Howie was so old when he turned 13! Robin and I were an item for a month or so. Ralph, Roger, Scott, I really loved the whole family.
Bless you all.
-- jack