I wish I could have known Mike as an adult. My memories of him are at age 5. During the summer of '52 I stayed at his house to look after him while Flora and Gene were busy with the drugstore and the Funeral business. His picture now looks much like he did then, bright eyes, chubby cheeks, red hair. He was a charming, happy, independent child. I'm sure he didn't think he needed any supervision. We named our first child Mike, and I think they might have been a lot alike. We lost our son to cancer a year ago. Our Mike's great pleasure was not an Austin, but his motorcycle. I would like to think that the two of them are sharing stories now in heaven.
