Dear Slink, You have always been in the company of angels. I always remember you standing on the stairs of the Thistletown club house ... for me you invented cool, an original, a one-of-a-kind. My teenage rebel hero. When I was sixteen you took my transistor radio, made me so mad for so long, and when I mentioned it on your birthday, you called me a _ _ from you it was a compliment. You said that you knew me "longer than snow" ... the long snow kept me away today. Will miss you forever.