Scott Sheaffer introduced me to Mike (Mickey and then Mick to me) around 7th or 8th grade, and I considered him one of my close friends throughout M-A. We went to UCSB together (as roommates in Freshman year). I last saw him in 1967 when we spent time in concurrent training sessions at Fort Sill -- the last I saw him was in late '67 - he was off to Korea and I to Germany. Our paths didn't cross again, and some years later I learned from John Kellam that Mick had been killed in an air accident. I've always thought of him as being nearby somehow, and of course I wish he was. I've always thought of Mick as the instigator of my fondness for sports cars, through his glorious Triumph TR-3 in college. A good man, and I remain glad for the ability to think of him as a friend for all these years.
Fred Keast
Scott Sheaffer introduced me to Mike (Mickey and then Mick to me) around 7th or 8th grade, and I considered him one of my close friends throughout M-A. We went to UCSB together (as roommates in Freshman year). I last saw him in 1967 when we spent time in concurrent training sessions at Fort Sill -- the last I saw him was in late '67 - he was off to Korea and I to Germany. Our paths didn't cross again, and some years later I learned from John Kellam that Mick had been killed in an air accident. I've always thought of him as being nearby somehow, and of course I wish he was. I've always thought of Mick as the instigator of my fondness for sports cars, through his glorious Triumph TR-3 in college. A good man, and I remain glad for the ability to think of him as a friend for all these years.