Mike and I were boyhood friends from the east end of Kitchener. Our family moved to Orillia in 1964 and Mike came to visit me over the Christmas holidays. We were about 11 years old. Lake Couchiching had frozen over and the lake had become a magnificent skating rink ten miles long and three miles wide. We spent morning until night on the lake with our hockey sticks and puck. We passed back and forth, skating for miles across the lake and around the islands. At one point we both opened our coats to make a sail and the wind blew us down the lake on our skates so fast we could hardly stand. Mike and I enjoyed that day immensely and we always remembered it. We moved back to Kitchener and Mike and I attended high school together at St. Jerome's. We were both in athletics and were gym rats to some extent. I would be bouncing basketballs while he was wrestling and working out upstairs. We ran the track together and he was often in three sweatshirts trying to lose a couple of pounds before the weigh in. He was a great athlete and a fine friend. God bless and keep you Mike. Dan Daly