I was in school with him. He was one of the good guys. Brilliant at basketball, good at football, utter genius at submitting school football reports to the Courier getting his name mentioned in every sentence.
My Dad’s car in the 60’s. Plastic seats. 6 hours baking in the sun at Nairn beach. Me and my two brothers jumping onto the back seat wearing shorts . . . oh the laughs we shared while we were getting our skin grafts.