It’s a struggle to write this, so I’ll be brief.
Max and I met through this site, the day he PM’d me for permission to use a pic for an ACE publication. Through a variety of things we found in common it wasn’t long until we became fast friends. Not just through appreciation of our home park, but concerts, events, weekend trips, projects, hunting dinosaur, New Year's Eve debauchery, the like. Often on a daily basis, we kept in touch in some form, through hard times and good, but always, always with humor; if neighbors outside ever wondered while I was laughing hysterically, it’s because I had him on the phone. He wasn’t flashy or flamboyant, rather he was simple and straightforward, but his impish brain was always working overtime. His biting and wickedly funny sarcasm was usually muttered under his breath, and if you were within earshot, you were in for a show.
Sadly, his health problems wouldn’t cut him a break. He had been following doctor’s orders to take it easy, which kept him from the parks he loved. He was finally able to work up to the last C3 event - his ‘baby’, and was able to get back onto Intimidator for the first time in a few years. I had the pleasure of sitting by his side, watching his face grow from apprehension, to relief, joy, then finally throwing his hands back up in the air. I’ll never forget it, and we’ll keep a seat empty for him.
I chatted with him briefly the night before he lost consciousness (he was loving his new Pink Floyd album), and I was on his way to visit in a couple of days to bring him headphones, (and whatever other contraband he wanted me to smuggle). On Monday, the family graciously let me in to see him in the hospital on his final afternoon, and he looked as dapper as ever.
We'll bury our friend tomorrow, but on this day of giving thanks, I'm thankful he was a part of my life, and hopefully yours.
Shine on you crazy diamond.~Doug