Life is so fragile. My oldest, first friend was killed last nite by a drunk driver in Georgia. He left the house for a 2 hour bicycle ride and never returned home. From what is being pieced together, a drunk driver hit him from behind, panicked and fled the scene and then lost control of his truck and flipped it over. Later that nite, his wife reported him missing and they found him dead. He was a vibrant, wonderful human being and because of some drunk, his family and friends are now mourning his loss. Totally senseless. I first met him when I was 5 and our families had stayed in contact all these years. When my Mom died last Sept, he came from Georgia with his Mom to be with us.This picture was taken in the 70's when he came up to Ohio to visit.