Dennis: I met you that first day in 1994. This big burly guy with the big brown eyes that started working at the City. I wondered what kind of man you were. It didn?t take me long to know. I can remember the day like it was yesterday, you and I walking out to our cars, me pregnant with Tyler. I slipped on the sidewalk and you caught me before I could hit the ground. Such was the indication of the kind of man that had walked into my life. We quickly became friends, you and I working so closely together. Working overtime with you was never work; we?d start off our days eating Rotten Ronnie?s, and work until it was done. I realize now how much I enjoyed those weekends. Before I knew it, I had become ?One of the Guys?. In hindsight ? what a great honor that was! The casual cocktails on my Veranda, our weekly golf games, those Rebels games that turned into pool games into the wee hours of the mornings. You always giving me a pair of your socks because my feet were cold in your basement. Mostly I treasure our weekly visits to the Big League. I think we kept them in business, you and I, stopping after work, playing Race Cars Games (which I usually won :-), and Golden Tee golf (you usually won - watching you hit that roller ball so hard that you?d rap your knuckles on the glass repeatedly). We had such great conversations there over cocktails and dinner (you with Pizza always easy on the sauce), about everything you could think of, life, love, family, work, kids, you name it. You were such a great listener. You were so wonderful with my boys ? especially Tyler, since I think you related your mischievousness to his. You always involved him in your Garage activities, helping him with his bike, taking him for Quad rides, lending your video games, and always having mints for him when he?d visit. I know I?d get the phone call from your house, and it?d be Tyler, saying ? ?Mom - I?m just down at Dennis?s house?. He misses you! Who would I call when my car broke down at 7:00 am on my way to work, when I needed another muffin tin, spaghetti sauce, Tupperware or just someone to chat with. It was always you Dennis! The thing about you Dennis was that every time I saw you, your face lit up with this huge smile! I never felt as good as I did wondering down to your garage or dropping in for coffee or a beer, and you saying ?Hey good looking? at every greeting with that big smile of yours. I so wish I could see it again, and I know when I do, it will be as big and bright as ever! Much love Dennis.