I began my life journey on a Sunday in Whittier California, March 28,1943. Twelve years of Catholic schooling did not make me a choir boy.
It was pedal to the metal on bikes racing through the neighborhood, out past dark playing baseball with friends and hitching rides down Beach Blvd to the ocean. There were bumps and straight aways through my teenage and college years, made all the more thrilling with my love for motorcycles and fast cars. It was a blue bathtub Porsche which brought me from the beach to the mountains of Utah, where my heart found it’s true cathedral and the snowfields christened me with a place to call home. For the rest of my years. The perfect day was any day out on the mountain skiing.
It was while working in Little Cottonwood Canyon that I found my other great love and started a family. With a loving partner, two children and two grandchildren my life was complete as we weathered all the storms life put in our way. The love of skiing has been passed to children and now grandchildren, a true joy. I had such hope and a deep longing for one more winter to ski a few runs with my K’s.
It just wasn’t to be.
I stood at Winter’s door and paused then turned
And said my Irish goodbye - Thursday November 14, 2024
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