I remember Brad fondly, his dad was the minster at our church.  And he delivered our Denver Post, so I got to pay for the paper every month when he came to collect.   I can admit now, after all these years, that I had a huge crush on him.  The world lost a great guy with his passing.  

When I think of Brad, the term "gentle giant" comes to mind.  He was a soft spoken, values based guy who had incredible athletic ability.  We competed for the fullback and placekicker positions in football, but I never thought of him as my opponent.   I still smile when I think of him running those end sweeps from the backfield... his arm swinging to change his momentum to head upfield.  His strong faith and upbringing are rare to find these days, and a tribute to his parents.  I miss you, my friend.

I know Brad has been gone for many years now...too many.  My not-so-fond best memory of him was when I was playing outside linebacker on the 10th grade football team in 1964.  The 17 Keeper play was called and I was faced with 240-pound Brad, and a couple of offensive linemen leading 220-pound Bill Krape on a sweep.  I ran for my life, got kicked off the defense, and went on to make my name in music, not athletics. My best to his family and many friends.  I look forward to reminiscing about him next year, Lord willing! Sincerely, Dick 5/15