Pat and I met in high school and remained close through the years. He was like a brother, my mom even called him son. He was always invited to our family events. I remember he really enjoyed poker night! In 1966 we were both in the Army. He was in Virginia and I was in Washington, DC. We were close enough to enjoy some fun weekends together. After the Army Pat returned to Michigan and I went to California. Even miles apart we continued our friendship usually via phone calls. Every once in a while I would show up and surprise him at the P & D Hobby Shop and he would always make time to grab a few beers and catch up. Staying friends with Pat was easy.. he made it that way. A few months back he called. When I asked him what was up, he said “I’m sitting outside on a warm Michigan summer night drinking a cold beer and thought of you”. He was genuine. He cared and he made me glad to call him a very good friend. I’ll miss him. Love you, man. Heartfelt condolences to everyone in his family.