Kevin and I were in Ray McCoy's home room. I didn't know him well, but he was always kind to me. My mind's eye still very clearly sees his locker - completely lined with empty box packs of Marlboro reds!
I have many memories of Kevin from four years together in Mr. McCoy's homeroom, but my fondest memory is of the production of "Godspell" we did our senior (junior?) year. I was just in the band (with Scott Norton and John Caldwell), but we all had an amazing time doing the show and were lucky enough to get to perform it several times in the park that summer (thanks to Kathy Teague's tenacity, I'm sure). Kevin seemed to be completely at home on stage, and that's how I'll always remember him.
"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts"
I barely knew Kevin in High School, but we started hanging out together in the early 80s. He turned me on to old Genesis (when Peter Gabriel was with the band), and other early "alternative" music. I still think of him when I listen to "A Lamb Lies Down on Broadway." His interesting musical tastes definately influenced the type of music I listened to then and still today.
I had no idea that I would not see Kevin again. As his homeroom teacher, I could always count on Kevin to keep things interesting. He would push my buttons and then give me a look that said, "You and I both know it is what it is". I will miss Kevin and would like to catch up with his successes after Homeroom 12-54.
There is a great photo of Kevin on Peter O'Donnell's profile- thank you for posting it. Kevin was always included as one of the Real McCoys, whether he would admit it or not. We loved him, and his grousing.
I met Kevin in Mr. Sharkey's AP US History class junior year and we became good friends. He was one of the most intelligent and unique people I have ever met. His sense of humor, laugh, and way of looking at the world were all his own, and he brought a lot of good times into my life. When he decided that he wanted a motorcycle, he took me with him because he didn't know how to drive a clutch, let alone have a motorcycle license. I test drove them with him on the back until he found one that was cool - he learned how to ride it later! I was lucky enough to visit Kevin in Dallas shortly before he died and we had an awesome weekend. He didn't even know he was sick!
A couple of weeks later, his sister Sharon called me to tell me that he had passed away - I was shocked! The only thing that was more sad was when his mother asked me to be a pall bearer at his funeral - I still couldn't believe he was really gone! Unfortunately, Kevin passed out behind the wheel of his car, wrecked, and was taken by ambulance to a hospital. He never regained conciousness and post-mortem it was there that they determined that his body was full of cancer. He was only 28!
I had a crush on Kevin when we attended Howe Elementary. I remember that brown leather jacket Kevin used to wear. I always thought he would grow up to be a jazz or blues musician. Perhaps he is banging out some tunes up in heaven.
Kevin, Eric DeZubay and I had a fine time torturing the teacher Estelle Mazzocca in Algebra Trig in tenth grade. I was also in Kevin's homeroom with the rest of the Real McCoys and got to know him pretty well. He was an artist, and a very intelligent one. And he was always good for a long conversation. I remember his piano playing skills and his love for music. The last time I saw him was at the McDonald's on West Liberty Avenue, where he was working as a manager, sometime in the early to mid 80s. He is certainly remembered. And what more can we ask for, those of us who have reached a more advanced age?
Cynthia S. Lammert
Kevin and I were in Ray McCoy's home room. I didn't know him well, but he was always kind to me. My mind's eye still very clearly sees his locker - completely lined with empty box packs of Marlboro reds!Thomas J. Krebs
I remember Kevin well. Always very friendly. We had some good talks about music and life, etc.. Sorry to hear that he's not with us. Much too young.Lance Langston
I have many memories of Kevin from four years together in Mr. McCoy's homeroom, but my fondest memory is of the production of "Godspell" we did our senior (junior?) year. I was just in the band (with Scott Norton and John Caldwell), but we all had an amazing time doing the show and were lucky enough to get to perform it several times in the park that summer (thanks to Kathy Teague's tenacity, I'm sure). Kevin seemed to be completely at home on stage, and that's how I'll always remember him."All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts"
Rae Squilla (Keane)
I barely knew Kevin in High School, but we started hanging out together in the early 80s. He turned me on to old Genesis (when Peter Gabriel was with the band), and other early "alternative" music. I still think of him when I listen to "A Lamb Lies Down on Broadway." His interesting musical tastes definately influenced the type of music I listened to then and still today.Ray McCoy
I had no idea that I would not see Kevin again. As his homeroom teacher, I could always count on Kevin to keep things interesting. He would push my buttons and then give me a look that said, "You and I both know it is what it is". I will miss Kevin and would like to catch up with his successes after Homeroom 12-54.Laurie Lammert (Templin)
There is a great photo of Kevin on Peter O'Donnell's profile- thank you for posting it. Kevin was always included as one of the Real McCoys, whether he would admit it or not. We loved him, and his grousing.Peter F. O'Donnell
I met Kevin in Mr. Sharkey's AP US History class junior year and we became good friends. He was one of the most intelligent and unique people I have ever met. His sense of humor, laugh, and way of looking at the world were all his own, and he brought a lot of good times into my life. When he decided that he wanted a motorcycle, he took me with him because he didn't know how to drive a clutch, let alone have a motorcycle license. I test drove them with him on the back until he found one that was cool - he learned how to ride it later! I was lucky enough to visit Kevin in Dallas shortly before he died and we had an awesome weekend. He didn't even know he was sick!A couple of weeks later, his sister Sharon called me to tell me that he had passed away - I was shocked! The only thing that was more sad was when his mother asked me to be a pall bearer at his funeral - I still couldn't believe he was really gone! Unfortunately, Kevin passed out behind the wheel of his car, wrecked, and was taken by ambulance to a hospital. He never regained conciousness and post-mortem it was there that they determined that his body was full of cancer. He was only 28!
Maryann C. McGuire (Palmeter)
I had a crush on Kevin when we attended Howe Elementary. I remember that brown leather jacket Kevin used to wear. I always thought he would grow up to be a jazz or blues musician. Perhaps he is banging out some tunes up in heaven.Mary A. Lewis
Kevin, Eric DeZubay and I had a fine time torturing the teacher Estelle Mazzocca in Algebra Trig in tenth grade. I was also in Kevin's homeroom with the rest of the Real McCoys and got to know him pretty well. He was an artist, and a very intelligent one. And he was always good for a long conversation. I remember his piano playing skills and his love for music. The last time I saw him was at the McDonald's on West Liberty Avenue, where he was working as a manager, sometime in the early to mid 80s. He is certainly remembered. And what more can we ask for, those of us who have reached a more advanced age?