Saturday, the 30th would have been Herb’s 71st birthday, he was my best friend, he was every bit my brother. Let me clear something up that I have heard and bothers me a great deal, Herb died of a massive heart attack. We were leaning back on the front fender of my car, making plans for the next day, when he fell over, almost knocking me down. He was gone.  Stress!  My best memory, I have a lot, was “that’s the damn crooked-ist stick I have ever seen” and a little later that night “the moon is ossiscillating”.   Slick, one day we will see that moon ossiscillate again.  I think about you every day, I tell a Herb story just about every week.  I have thought about you a lot today, New Year’s Eve, I love ya brother and I miss ya.  

Herbie was a very dear friend, one of a kind and one of the nicest people I have ever known.  He was like a brother and we had great times together.  Miss him and loved him very much.  

He was like a brother, and we all miss him so much.

Class of 1965