I remember the first time he came in 2003. Everyone said that he gave great hugs. Since I am known far and wide as a first rate hugger, there was anticipation from folks as to who had the best hugs. The competition was fierce, but I must admit I came in second. I still say it was the merry eyes, and the lovely voice and accent. We became fast friends from the first minute, and when he came again (1985, I believe) it was so wonderful to see him. He had a singing voice to die for. I am known for being able to tell a lot about folks fairly quickly. It is a skill that union organizers develope early, and hone over the years. One of the ways we use is to watch someone with children, or small people. Col was so gentle, with eyes that danced, that all kids loved him immediately. They are much better judges of character than us cynical old folks. I especially loved watching him with Maddie in 2003. Maddie, honey, I know this one will hurt for a long while. It hurts me too. Drop me a line if you feel like it and we will share a bit of that hurt together.

I will miss you dearly, big man. You worked your way into my heart, and the hole left in your gettin' away will be a long time passin'.

God be good to you,

Mick