When you've grown up in a small community & everyone knows everyone, there's a million memories of one another. I fondly remember him & his friends cruising around Bolivar or Kearney street in that cool shortbed Chevy pickup. That's probably how I remember him best, out with friends or Anita, looking cool in that truck.
If I remember correctly...one Halloween night probably 1987, he & the gang might or might not have been involved in an egging incident...maybe a local police car in front of Crowell's...I do remember we all got "a talking to", & since no one would say who did it, they told us all to go after they wrote down all of our license plate numbers, etc. So then everyone headed down to a gravel road nearby for a free-for-all egging & other similar items. That was a good one. He was ornery & adorable & everyone couldn't help but like him.