I remember taking him out driving for the first time on the back roads of Columbia County. We had this little white Pontiac Lemans and he had to push the seat clear back and his head touched the ceiling. He didn't have his permit at the time and he was so afraid that the cops would bust him, Michael was such kind person. I remember my younger kids calling him the "BFG" off of the book (Big Friendly Giant). I am glad you touched this earth even though it was short. I will never forget your snarky comebacks and your quick wit. You always saw the best in people... And in that I applaud you. Rest in peace buddy! You made a difference!