Saturday, November 9, 2019
Ron and I grew up together, living a block apart for many years when we were kids (Ron on Mason, me on Milton). It's been decades since I've seen Ron but have good memories of him. A lot of it involved climbing things, from scaling the west wall in my garage to reach the attic, "riding" the garage door to see who could hold on (which involved one of us holding tight to the handles on the inside of the door and the other lifting it forcefully from the outside), and then the easy things - various trees and roofs around the neighborhood. My recollection was that he was pretty fearless. In addition to having zero fear of heights, he also liked acceleration. When we were in high school, he'd sometimes give me a ride home from Arthur Hill on the back of his motorcycle and I got to experience his fearlessness first hand. I remember him teaching himself to play guitar - another example of fearlessness. He wanted to do it, so he did it and he became pretty good with the instrument. I was saddened by the turn Ron's life took. Like all of us, Ron wasn't perfect, but he was always kind and a friend to me. I'm saddened now to hear he's gone. May he rest in peace. Sending my thoughts and condolences to the family.
Scott Harper
