Dean and I started to become friends in senior high, especially 12th grade.  We sat across from each other in, I believe, Mr. Allen's class.  We talked about alot of different things, but one thing that sticks out in my mind was that Dean idolized Steve McQueen.  When he passed, I remember going to his funeral and it was wicked cold and blustery.  The next day I became very ill and remember talking to Dean alot from my sick bed.  I missed him alot back then, and still think about him today.

Dean and I were best friends from the age of 7 until his death.  We lived and terrorized the same neighborhood together.  He was a great guy who died way to early.

Dean died suddenly during our senior year from Hepatitis. Dean was a great guy that was well liked by all who knew him.