Damn. We went to grade school, 2-8 at St. Paul's. Wayne was an active gentle giant. Years later on a trip home with my antique car purchased senior year, I was driving through Mt. Prospect and a blue Dodge pickup kept honking at me, following me all the way to my folks house at Owens Park. Agitated, I got out and so did the truck's driver. It was Wayne. A bear hug followed and a chat. Both of us preoccupied, we promised to stay in touch. Back in those days we just didn't. Now, too late. RIP Wayne. You're a good man.
Chuck Miller
Damn. We went to grade school, 2-8 at St. Paul's. Wayne was an active gentle giant. Years later on a trip home with my antique car purchased senior year, I was driving through Mt. Prospect and a blue Dodge pickup kept honking at me, following me all the way to my folks house at Owens Park. Agitated, I got out and so did the truck's driver. It was Wayne. A bear hug followed and a chat. Both of us preoccupied, we promised to stay in touch. Back in those days we just didn't. Now, too late. RIP Wayne. You're a good man.