Truly a man of mystery, Dog was many things to many different people. Husband, father, son, soldier, brother, friend. He lived life in a big way, and always expressed his strong opinions. His presence filled the room wherever he went. He was an "all or nothing" kind of guy, and he either loved you or hated you. No one ever had to wonder how he felt about them, they knew.
A hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort and discomfort on his part. Because that is what family and friends are for. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he had to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what mattered.
Dog was born in Canada, and moved to the United States when he was about six. He became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and was so very proud to be an American. He served his country in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, and eventually became Special Forces. He was always a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people that he knew in life.
Dog worked for many years at various trucking companies. As a young man before his time in the service, he primarily loaded and unloaded trucks at Eazor and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit. As in all other things that he applied himself to, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. After the service, he returned to Detroit and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, eventually becoming a driver as well. He excelled at that too, and was able to back those tractor trailers up into the tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Dog had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I met Dog in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a little scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Dog happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was us. We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Dog was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Dog stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, Dog joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had ridden for many years, and had belonged to another club years before in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled in what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the founding members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his brothers called him "Speed". Again, as always, he either loved you or hated you. No one wondered which of the two it was.
The photograph above was taken on May 11, 2003 during a helmet-protest run. I waited on a hillside and snapped the photo when he rode by. His bikes name is "Lizzy", and she is a bad bitch with a huge custom S&S engine and Edelbrock heads. He handled her with ease, as he did all things.
Dog retired from the club in 2004, and discovered the AOL Chats, where he made many friends and a few enemies over the years. He enjoyed his daily chats very much. His AOL friends were important to him, and again, no one had to wonder whether he loved them or hated them. He expressed his opinions freely.
As his last gift of generosity, Dog's eyes have been donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
As he requested, Dog was cremated. He said that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. I will be keeping them for now. When I pass, we will be buried together.
Donations in his memory may be made to the Salvation Army, Mid Michigan Boxer Rescue, or any program that sends care packages to soldiers overseas.
A hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort and discomfort on his part. Because that is what family and friends are for. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he had to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what mattered.
Dog was born in Canada, and moved to the United States when he was about six. He became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and was so very proud to be an American. He served his country in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, and eventually became Special Forces. He was always a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people that he knew in life.
Dog worked for many years at various trucking companies. As a young man before his time in the service, he primarily loaded and unloaded trucks at Eazor and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit. As in all other things that he applied himself to, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. After the service, he returned to Detroit and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, eventually becoming a driver as well. He excelled at that too, and was able to back those tractor trailers up into the tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Dog had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I met Dog in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a little scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Dog happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was us. We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Dog was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Dog stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, Dog joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had ridden for many years, and had belonged to another club years before in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled in what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the founding members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his brothers called him "Speed". Again, as always, he either loved you or hated you. No one wondered which of the two it was.
The photograph above was taken on May 11, 2003 during a helmet-protest run. I waited on a hillside and snapped the photo when he rode by. His bikes name is "Lizzy", and she is a bad bitch with a huge custom S&S engine and Edelbrock heads. He handled her with ease, as he did all things.
Dog retired from the club in 2004, and discovered the AOL Chats, where he made many friends and a few enemies over the years. He enjoyed his daily chats very much. His AOL friends were important to him, and again, no one had to wonder whether he loved them or hated them. He expressed his opinions freely.
As his last gift of generosity, Dog's eyes have been donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
As he requested, Dog was cremated. He said that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. I will be keeping them for now. When I pass, we will be buried together.
Donations in his memory may be made to the Salvation Army, Mid Michigan Boxer Rescue, or any program that sends care packages to soldiers overseas.
Truly a man of mystery, Dog was many things to many different people. Husband, father, son, soldier, brother, friend. He lived life in a big way, and always expressed his strong opinions. His presence filled the room wherever he went. He was an "all or nothing" kind of guy, and he either loved you or hated you. No one ever had to wonder how he felt about them, they knew.
A hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort and discomfort on his part. Because that is what family and friends are for. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he had to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what mattered.
Dog was born in Canada, and moved to the United States when he was about six. He became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and was so very proud to be an American. He served his country in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, and eventually became Special Forces. He was always a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people that he knew in life.
Dog worked for many years at various trucking companies. As a young man before his time in the service, he primarily loaded and unloaded trucks at Eazor and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit. As in all other things that he applied himself to, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. After the service, he returned to Detroit and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, eventually becoming a driver as well. He excelled at that too, and was able to back those tractor trailers up into the tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Dog had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I met Dog in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a little scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Dog happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was us. We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Dog was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Dog stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, Dog joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had ridden for many years, and had belonged to another club years before in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled in what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the founding members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his brothers called him "Speed". Again, as always, he either loved you or hated you. No one wondered which of the two it was.
The photograph above was taken on May 11, 2003 during a helmet-protest run. I waited on a hillside and snapped the photo when he rode by. His bikes name is "Lizzy", and she is a bad bitch with a huge custom S&S engine and Edelbrock heads. He handled her with ease, as he did all things.
Dog retired from the club in 2004, and discovered the AOL Chats, where he made many friends and a few enemies over the years. He enjoyed his daily chats very much. His AOL friends were important to him, and again, no one had to wonder whether he loved them or hated them. He expressed his opinions freely.
As his last gift of generosity, Dog's eyes have been donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
As he requested, Dog was cremated. He said that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. I will be keeping them for now. When I pass, we will be buried together.
Donations in his memory may be made to the Salvation Army, Mid Michigan Boxer Rescue, or any program that sends care packages to soldiers overseas.
A hard man, but a very loyal, loving and kind man too. He was always glad to help a friend, even when it meant considerable effort and discomfort on his part. Because that is what family and friends are for. He was an extremely generous guy, and was always giving something he had to anyone who needed it. It was only stuff to him. People were what mattered.
Dog was born in Canada, and moved to the United States when he was about six. He became a US Citizen when he was fifteen, and was so very proud to be an American. He served his country in Vietnam, Cambodia, Germany and Korea from 1974 to 1979. He excelled in Basic Training, and was selected for advanced courses time and time again, and eventually became Special Forces. He was always a leader, and took special care of his men, always demanding their best effort, but never asking anything of them that he was not himself willing to do. His men respected him, as did most other people that he knew in life.
Dog worked for many years at various trucking companies. As a young man before his time in the service, he primarily loaded and unloaded trucks at Eazor and Ogden & Moffatt in Detroit. As in all other things that he applied himself to, he excelled. He could move incredibly heavy objects that others couldn't manage, and do it faster and better than most. His "load times" were always half of what the computer estimated they would be. After the service, he returned to Detroit and worked for Pacific Intermountain Express, eventually becoming a driver as well. He excelled at that too, and was able to back those tractor trailers up into the tiny spots that other drivers could not manage.
Dog had a fine mind. He was one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He was well read and always composed, and instantly knew the right way to handle any situation that he encountered. He offered his opinion and advice freely, and he was usually right. He was bigger than life, and twice as handsome.
I met Dog in 1981. We lived in the same small apartment building, and at first I was a little scared of him. One day I found some baby birds that had fallen out of their nest, and Dog happened by. I realized that he was a good man when he climbed a rickety ladder to put the birds back. We became friends. Our first date was July 1, 1982. From then on, it was us. We married in 1985, and had 27 adventure filled years together. Dog was all things to me. Not just my husband, but also my best friend.
When my mother was very ill in 1986 and needed to have someone with her constantly, my father and I were struggling to fill the bill. Dog stepped up and took Thursdays. Every Thursday he called in sick to work, and cared for my mother all day instead. She told him just before she passed that he had gone far above and beyond the call of a son-in-law. He did that because he loved her. She loved him too.
In 1994, Dog joined one of the Detroit area motorcycle clubs. He had ridden for many years, and had belonged to another club years before in Texas, and was active with ABATE of Michigan. Once again he excelled in what he applied himself to. He quickly became one of the few elite National Enforcers, a position that he held for several years. Later, he was one of the founding members of a new chapter, and also served as Vice President and Bar Manager. He had a knack for being in so many places at one time that his brothers called him "Speed". Again, as always, he either loved you or hated you. No one wondered which of the two it was.
The photograph above was taken on May 11, 2003 during a helmet-protest run. I waited on a hillside and snapped the photo when he rode by. His bikes name is "Lizzy", and she is a bad bitch with a huge custom S&S engine and Edelbrock heads. He handled her with ease, as he did all things.
Dog retired from the club in 2004, and discovered the AOL Chats, where he made many friends and a few enemies over the years. He enjoyed his daily chats very much. His AOL friends were important to him, and again, no one had to wonder whether he loved them or hated them. He expressed his opinions freely.
As his last gift of generosity, Dog's eyes have been donated to the Michigan Eye Bank. He would have liked that.
As he requested, Dog was cremated. He said that he didn't care what I did with his ashes, that he would leave that decision to me. I will be keeping them for now. When I pass, we will be buried together.
Donations in his memory may be made to the Salvation Army, Mid Michigan Boxer Rescue, or any program that sends care packages to soldiers overseas.
