Keith was the first person I met when my family moved to NJ in 1965. We became fast friends and stayed friends our whole lives. You all know how friendships are when you're 5, 10, 15 years old: bitter fights that vanished like smoke the next day. But Keith and I never had a fight. Ever, About anything. Because he was just so damn agreeable and unwilling to be confrontational that it just never happened. Almost all of my childhood experiences were enjoyed in Keith's company. Street hockey, roller hockey, taping up this great foam rubber his dad got from work to make goalie pads (with a flattened juice can to make sliding on asphalt possible). His friends became mine and mine became his. He often talked about how much he loved, and how proud he was of his kids. I'll miss you, buddy. I have no idea how my life would have turned out without you, but it would not have been the same and it would not have been as fun.