Chris was my friend. I lived at the top of the hill on Buechel Drive near Delaware, Ohio. I was what you would today be called a Nerd. Chris would not let any one threaten or tease me. Chris was a large, and in appearance, a scary figure at Buckeye Valley High. He made it clear on several occasions that if you had an issue with Mitch you had a problem with him first.
Chris and i spent many lazy youthful hours sitting on the dock on the Scioto River in front of Chris's house. I lived three houses up the street and my family shared a large metal dock with Chris's dad.
Chris had no boundaries. Chris was a friend to my Dad. Chris would bring up his Datsun and his Karman Ghia for Dad to work on. They would spend hours tinkering on cars in front of our house. I remember leaving Chris and Dad when I would drive away for a date. Neither of them noticed my departure. When I told Dad that Chris had died, my father cried like he had lost a friend even though he had not seen Chris in 40 years. Chris was the guy that you thought would always be around. That is a lesson that I learned from Chris. Keep your friends close. In the end, that's all yo will have.
Mitch Wilson - Neighbor, friend and college roommate